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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.