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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Victims to the crunk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.