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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.