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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep 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?
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.