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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust 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?
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.