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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kinks to the techno 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.