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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Television,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.