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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.