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 Poland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.