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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the punk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.