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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
MDC,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.