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 India and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.