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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.

All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Dennis Brown, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Echospace, Suicide, Tubeway Army, Y Pants, Agitation Free, The Divine Comedy, Kings Of Tomorrow, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Soft Machine, Jeru the Damaja, The Leaves, Arab on Radar, Brick, Marine Girls, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Kool Moe Dee, Robert Wyatt, The United States of America, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Pole, Television, Sound Behaviour, Mandrill, Jerry's Kids, K-Klass, The Offenders, The Neon Judgement, John Foxx, Roxette, Saccharine Trust, Malaria!, Quadrant, Piero Umiliani, Siglo XX, Blossom Toes, The Velvet Underground, Yaz, Black Sheep, Nils Olav, Eddi Front, Lucky Dragons, Gastr Del Sol, These Immortal Souls, Skarface, The Detroit Cobras, Pantaleimon, Masters at Work, Dawn Penn, Nick Fraelich, Blancmange, R.M.O., Skriet, Vladislav Delay, Brand Nubian, James Chance & The Contortions, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.

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)