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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Visage,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.