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 Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Inner City to the disco 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.