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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Magma,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.