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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.