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 Estonia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 The Barracudas to the techno 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.