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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.