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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.