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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.