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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 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?
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.