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 Canada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.