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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 The Tremeloes to the rap 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
JFA,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.