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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.