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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
MC5,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
The Busters,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.