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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.