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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
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.