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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.