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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Nico,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.