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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
the Association,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.