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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.