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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Rufus Thomas 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.