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 Germany and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.