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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.