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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Sandy B to the grime 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.