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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.