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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Unwound,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.