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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
X-101,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Audionom,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.