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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.