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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.

All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Radiohead, The Pop Group, Infiniti, Erykah Badu, Roxy Music, Colin Newman, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Soft Machine, Crispy Ambulance, The Moleskins, Spandau Ballet, Lou Christie, Bobby Byrd, Joey Negro, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Marc Almond, Steve Hackett, Mr. Review, Liaisons Dangereuses, Kool Moe Dee, Dorothy Ashby, Saccharine Trust, Funkadelic, Davy DMX, The Modern Lovers, The Cure, Throbbing Gristle, Derrick Morgan, Henry Cow, Cal Tjader, Neu!, Scratch Acid, The Move, Sparks, Metal Thangz, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Bill Wells, Girls At Our Best!, Lyres, Gian Franco Pienzio, Blake Baxter, The Walker Brothers, Pulsallama, The Red Krayola, Kenny Larkin, Simply Red, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Jeff Mills, Kayak, MDC, The Busters, The Misunderstood, New Age Steppers, Faust, Vainqueur, The Residents, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Eric Copeland, Quando Quango, Scientists, the Slits, Anakelly, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.

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)