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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Ten City,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
DNA,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
Can,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.