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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.