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 Haiti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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?
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Index,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.