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 Morocco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Japan to the electroclash 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.