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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
MC5,
Gong,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.