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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.