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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Deakin,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.