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 Mauritania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Gong,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.