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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
CMW,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.