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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.