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 Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.