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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
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.