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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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?
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.