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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Magazine,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.