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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
PIL,
10cc,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.