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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.