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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Gichy Dan to the dance 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.