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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Derrick May to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 theremin and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.