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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Brick,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.