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 Japan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.