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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.