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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Wings to the jazz 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
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.