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 Venezuela and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.