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 Brazil and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Das Ding,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.