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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.