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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Q65,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.