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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.