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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Television to the grunge 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.