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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.