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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.