Infinitely Losing My Edge

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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 Portugal and from Houston.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.

All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Gil Scott Heron, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Radiohead, Newcleus, Pere Ubu, Pole, Aural Exciters, Neu!, Fear, Ohio Players, Young Marble Giants, Peter & Gordon, Groovy Waters, Byron Stingily, Grandmaster Flash, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Delta 5, Blossom Toes, R.M.O., The Neon Judgement, Kenny Larkin, Buzzcocks, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Oppenheimer Analysis, the Normal, The Electric Prunes, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Rosa Yemen, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, The Blackbyrds, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Junior Murvin, Marcia Griffiths, Ten City, Terrestrial Tones, Jandek, Grey Daturas, Bluetip, Bobby Hutcherson, Crime, Gabor Szabo, Simply Red, Negative Approach, Outsiders, Kool Moe Dee, Ornette Coleman, Essential Logic, Funky Four + One, DNA, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, ABBA, Magazine, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The Slackers, Cameo, Technova, Sound Behaviour, Siglo XX, Sonny Sharrock, Metal Thangz, Ultravox, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.

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.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)