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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.