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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.