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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Sparks,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.