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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.