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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.