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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Slackers to the grunge 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.