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 Peru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 kango's stein massive to the disco 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.