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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 chamberlin and an oboe 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.