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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.