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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.