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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
The Names,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Television,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.