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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Television,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Wire,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.