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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 a guitar and a sitar 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.