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 East Timor 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Roxette,
the Association,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.