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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.