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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.