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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Can,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.