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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Q65,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Organ,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.