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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MC5 to the electroclash 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.