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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
AZ,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.