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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
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.