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 Spain and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.

All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Michelle Simonal, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Carl Craig, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Warsaw, Bill Wells, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Lightning Bolt, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, This Heat, Blake Baxter, kango's stein massive, Arthur Verocai, Nirvana, Brick, Kango’s Stein Massive, Pulsallama, Circle Jerks, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Peter & Gordon, Lalann, Aural Exciters, JFA, Dave Gahan, Man Parrish, Jesper Dahlback, Bobby Byrd, Youth Brigade, The Buckinghams, Scott Walker, Girls At Our Best!, Mo-Dettes, Skaos, Soul II Soul, X-102, Von Mondo, Marine Girls, The Invisible, ABBA, The Cowsills, Motorama, The Mighty Diamonds, Angry Samoans, K-Klass, Livin' Joy, Davy DMX, Lungfish, Rosa Yemen, Don Cherry, Unrelated Segments, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, The Modern Lovers, Inner City, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Robert Hood, Glambeats Corp., DJ Style, Hardrive, Ronnie Foster, Con Funk Shun, Supertramp, Lebanon Hanover, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.

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)