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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.