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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Stiv Bators 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Swans,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.