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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.