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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.