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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Jerry's Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Can,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.