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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.