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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.