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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.