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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Japan,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.