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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
ABBA,
UT,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.