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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.