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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Invisible,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
CMW,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.