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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Magazine,
JFA,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.