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 Turkmenistan 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.