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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doobie Brothers to the electroclash 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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?
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
World's Most,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.