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 East Timor and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Smog,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.