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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.