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 Finland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the punk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Index,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.