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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.