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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.