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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.