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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Amazonics to the funk 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.