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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fugazi to the rap 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
the Slits,
Slave,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.