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 Panama and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Index,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.