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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.