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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Section 25 to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.