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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.