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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.