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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.