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 China and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.