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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yellowson to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.