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 Spain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the disco 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Crime,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.