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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.