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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.