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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tommy Roe to the rock 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.