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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.