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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Nas,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Scion,
X-102,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.