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 Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.