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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.