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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.