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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 theremin and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.