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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.