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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.