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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the punk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Brick,
The Associates,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
ABC,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.