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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.