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 Belgium and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.