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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.