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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.