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 Philippines and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
UT,
Mars,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.