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 Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Style to the electroclash 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.