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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Television to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Echospace,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.