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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.