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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
DNA,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.