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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.