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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.