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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soft Machine to the grunge 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
UT,
The Gories,
Scion,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.