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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.