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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.