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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.