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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.