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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and an oboe 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.