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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.