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 Oman and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pantytec to the grime 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Aswad,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.