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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.