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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the punk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 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?
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Organ,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.