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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Television to the electroclash 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.