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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.