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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Scan 7 to the techno 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
Fear,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.