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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the rap 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Television,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.