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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.