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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.