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 Switzerland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a harpsichord 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Franke,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.