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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.