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 the UAE and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.