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 Algeria and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Searchers to the techno 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Jandek,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.