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 Burundi and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.