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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Excepter,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.