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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Maurizio to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.