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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funkadelic to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Chrome,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.