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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Charles Mingus to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Index,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
UT,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.