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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.