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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.