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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.