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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Buzzcocks to the funk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.