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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.