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 Oman and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.