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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faust to the dance 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.