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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.