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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.