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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
This Heat,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.