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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.