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 Brazil and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.