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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.