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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.