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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Fear,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.