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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.