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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Erasure,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.