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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Wings,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.