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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.