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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Foxx to the dance 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Flipper,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.