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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sällskapet to the punk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.