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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 a synthesizer and a sitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.