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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.