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 Algeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.