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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
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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.