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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Skarface,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.