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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.