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 Hungary and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.