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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.