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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 organ and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
CMW,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.