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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Names to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.