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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Oblivians to the funk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.