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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.