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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.