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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Scion,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.