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 Burkina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.