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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
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The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Fear,
Franke,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Delta 5,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.