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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the grunge 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.