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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Monolake to the disco 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.