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 Chile and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Schoolly D to the disco 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
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.