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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Pop Group to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.