Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.