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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.