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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the funk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.