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 Uruguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.