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 Finland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
The Names,
The Fall,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.