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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.