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 Bulgaria 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.