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 Algeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.