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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.