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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yellowson 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.