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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Leaves to the grime 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
The Move,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.