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 Honduras and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Visage,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.