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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Red Krayola to the funk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.