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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.