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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.