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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Depeche Mode to the dance 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.