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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.