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 Bahrain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.