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 Andorra and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
New Order,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.