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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the grime 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
New Order,
June of 44,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.