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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.