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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.