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 Monaco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.