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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a guitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.