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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.