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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.