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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.