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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.