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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Gong,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
MDC,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.