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 France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.