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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.