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 United States and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.