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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Symarip,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.