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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
The Litter,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.