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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.