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 Australia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.