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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.