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 Egypt and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.