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 Netherlands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.