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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Wire,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.