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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ultravox 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.