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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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?
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.