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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.