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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Mojo Men to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.