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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
ABC,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.