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 Belarus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.