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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.