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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the electroclash 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 a theremin and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.