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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.