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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New Christs to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
the Association,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.