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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.