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 Hungary and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.