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 Peru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.