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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.

All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Offenders, Drive Like Jehu, Colin Newman, Matthew Halsall, PIL, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Outsiders, Dave Gahan, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Soulsonic Force, Harry Pussy, Flipper, Kaleidoscope, Arthur Verocai, Throbbing Gristle, The Fuzztones, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, The Mummies, The Beau Brummels, Silicon Teens, Television Personalities, Wire, The Red Krayola, Eli Mardock, The Knickerbockers, Selector Dub Narcotic, Robert Görl, Bush Tetras, F. McDonald, Ronan, Leonard Cohen, The Invisible, Minnie Riperton, Adolescents, Bizarre Inc., The Smoke, The Selecter, Camouflage, Gang Starr, Peter & Gordon, Joensuu 1685, Jimmy McGriff, Q65, Crime, The Evens, Model 500, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Pantytec, The J.B.'s, Mission of Burma, The Durutti Column, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Bauhaus, Bill Wells, Dark Day, Marine Girls, Dorothy Ashby, Magma, the Bar-Kays, Essential Logic, X-Ray Spex, Das Ding, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.

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)