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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Beau Brummels to the disco 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.