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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Gong,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.