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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo to the funk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
the Normal,
X-101,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Urselle,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.