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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Deakin,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
The Names,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.