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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Television,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.