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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.

All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Tremeloes, The Sisters of Mercy, U.S. Maple, Sällskapet, Ultimate Spinach, The Gap Band, Drexciya, FM Einheit, Radiohead, Roxy Music, Freddie Wadling, Sight & Sound, Idris Muhammad, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, The Evens, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Visage, Deepchord, Crooked Eye, Harmonia, Bill Near, The Raincoats, Lakeside, Barbara Tucker, the Association, Quando Quango, Gang Starr, Marine Girls, The Smiths, Jimmy McGriff, Don Cherry, The Durutti Column, K-Klass, R.M.O., Sonic Youth, Silicon Teens, Morten Harket, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Susan Cadogan, New Age Steppers, Minor Threat, ABC, Monks, The Remains, Magma, Mars, Radio Birdman, Eve St. Jones, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Cramps, Suburban Knight, Josef K, Au Pairs, The Barracudas, Iggy Pop, A Certain Ratio, The Fugs, Surgeon, Maurizio, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.

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)