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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.