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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.