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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.