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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.