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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Litter to the techno 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.

All The Grass Roots 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Gregory Isaacs, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Danielle Patucci, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Maurizio, The Durutti Column, Grauzone, Pharoah Sanders, Oneida, Soul Sonic Force, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Heaven 17, Grey Daturas, Fifty Foot Hose, Barry Ungar, Black Pus, Kerri Chandler, Tim Buckley, Minor Threat, Neu!, Black Flag, The Modern Lovers, Aloha Tigers, Janne Schatter, Subhumans, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Joe Finger, Al Stewart, Gang Starr, kango's stein massive, A Flock of Seagulls, Sly & The Family Stone, DNA, Crash Course in Science, New Age Steppers, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Gang of Four, Sister Nancy, Jacob Miller, Malaria!, Schoolly D, The Pretty Things, Procol Harum, The Cure, Blancmange, Young Marble Giants, Kaleidoscope, DeepChord presents Echospace, Vainqueur, Ash Ra Tempel, Cymande, Wings, John Cale, Can, Monolake, Deepchord, Sällskapet, The Grass Roots, Marcia Griffiths, Nas, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.

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)