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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.