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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.