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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Pole,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.