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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Alice Coltrane to the punk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Gong,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.