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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the disco 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Ludus,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.