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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.