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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.