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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Index,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.