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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
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.