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 Honduras and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.