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 China and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the crunk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Suicide,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.