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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.