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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Can,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.