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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
AZ,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.