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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.