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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Wire,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.