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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.