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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grime 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.