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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.