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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Brick,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.