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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neu! to the techno 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.