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 Jordan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.