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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.