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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Fear,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
The Gories,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.