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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.