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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
The Busters,
the Association,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.