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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.