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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.

All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Avey Tare, Scan 7, The Skatalites, Drive Like Jehu, Bill Wells, Dave Gahan, Spoonie Gee, Magazine, Ohio Players, Parry Music, Yellowson, Bad Manners, Rotary Connection, The Mighty Diamonds, Yusef Lateef, Radio Birdman, Television, Inner City, The Modern Lovers, Jesper Dahlbäck, Hoover, The Fortunes, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, The Flesh Eaters, Idris Muhammad, The Beau Brummels, Lou Christie, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Roy Ayers, Charles Mingus, Bauhaus, Skriet, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Darondo, DeepChord presents Echospace, Arcadia, The Residents, Alice Coltrane, D'Angelo, Animal Collective, Warsaw, the Sonics, Fad Gadget, a-ha, Tres Demented, Nation of Ulysses, Bootsy Collins, Terry Callier, The Saints, Pere Ubu, K-Klass, Hot Snakes, Nick Fraelich, Barry Ungar, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, OOIOO, The Litter, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Eurythmics, T.S.O.L., Lou Reed & John Cale, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.

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)