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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s.
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 Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Crime,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.