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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
ABC,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.