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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.