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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scott Walker to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
JFA,
The Cure,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.