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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.