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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.