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 Albania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.