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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.