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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.