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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.