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 Cameroon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.