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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.