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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.