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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Monks,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.