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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 linndrum 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
UT,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.