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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.