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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
The Wake,
Slave,
Suicide,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.