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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Slave,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.