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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 The Evens to the disco 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.