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 Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.