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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.