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 Canada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.