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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.