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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.

All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Donald Byrd, The Associates, The Walker Brothers, Marcia Griffiths, John Cale, Derrick May, Blossom Toes, Angry Samoans, MC5, Leonard Cohen, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, OOIOO, Sound Behaviour, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Rosa Yemen, Severed Heads, The Monochrome Set, Dave Gahan, Lalo Schifrin, Ituana, The Beau Brummels, John Foxx, Althea and Donna, Roger Hodgson, Kings Of Tomorrow, Marine Girls, The Pop Group, Livin' Joy, DJ Style, The Durutti Column, Youth Brigade, Donny Hathaway, Lucky Dragons, Ultravox, Royal Trux, Skaos, The Seeds, Cal Tjader, Essential Logic, Beasts of Bourbon, the Normal, Minnie Riperton, Al Stewart, Kerri Chandler, The Selecter, Niagra, Wally Richardson, China Crisis, Eurythmics, Tubeway Army, June of 44, The Kinks, Spandau Ballet, Japan, Qualms, Rotary Connection, Panda Bear, Second Layer, Excepter, The Gladiators, Aural Exciters, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.

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)