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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.