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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Scion,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.