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 Nepal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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?
Grauzone,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.