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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.