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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.