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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.