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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.