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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
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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.