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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 PIL to the grime 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.