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 Romania and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Das Ding to the grunge 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.