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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.