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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.