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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Television,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.