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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.