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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Christie 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
PIL,
Index,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.