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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Television Personalities to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.