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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
UT,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.