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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Q and Not U to the disco 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.