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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Interpol to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.