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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Happenings to the techno 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.