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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Visage to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.