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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.