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 Palau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.