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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.