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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Q65,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.