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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.