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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Alice Coltrane to the grime 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.