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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.