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 Malta and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.