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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.