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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.