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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Index,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.