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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Q65,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.