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 Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.