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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.