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 Belgium and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Crime,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.