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 Comoros and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.