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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Man Parrish to the crunk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Organ,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.