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 Taiwan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.