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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.