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 Ghana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.