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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Roxette,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.