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 Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.