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 Sweden 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Christs to the punk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.