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 Iraq 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the rock 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.