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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Main Source,
Magazine,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.