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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.