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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Albert Ayler to the dance 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.