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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.