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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.