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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donald Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.