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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.