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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Television,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.