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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.