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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 snare and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.