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 Georgia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Erasure,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.