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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Mars,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.