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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.