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 Lille.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.

All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Main Source, Lou Reed, Kool Moe Dee, The J.B.'s, Ultra Naté, The Invisible, Visage, The Fortunes, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marshall Jefferson, The Knickerbockers, Von Mondo, Fear, Amazonics, The Standells, Terrestrial Tones, Barbara Tucker, Eden Ahbez, The Raincoats, The Mummies, Vladislav Delay, Bobby Womack, Technova, Dave Gahan, Interpol, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Flesh Eaters, The Offenders, Ultimate Spinach, The Remains, Andrew Hill, The Black Dice, Joe Smooth, Sonny Sharrock, Heavy D & The Boyz, Bobby Byrd, DJ Sneak, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Sound Behaviour, Tres Demented, Magma, CMW, Tommy Roe, Mo-Dettes, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Pere Ubu, The Index, Crash Course in Science, 10cc, Roxette, Average White Band, Oneida, Aaron Thompson, Rekid, Livin' Joy, Sandy B, The Fugs, Sister Nancy, Todd Terry, Thee Headcoats, Boz Scaggs, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.

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)