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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Lalann,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.