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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.