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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.