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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.