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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
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 oboe 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.