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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.