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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a snare 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.