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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a theremin 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.