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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.