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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.