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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.