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 Namibia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Index,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
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.