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 Venezuela and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Amazonics to the grunge 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.