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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.