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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Golliwogs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.