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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.