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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 10cc to the disco 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Magma,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.