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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.