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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crooked Eye 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
PIL,
UT,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.