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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.