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 Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.