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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.

All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

ABC, Joy Division, Lonnie Liston Smith, Groovy Waters, Cheater Slicks, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Index, Isaac Hayes, The Stooges, Essential Logic, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Radiopuhelimet, The Litter, the Association, Mission of Burma, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Hasil Adkins, Porter Ricks, Scan 7, Black Bananas, Robert Hood, Masters at Work, Freddie Wadling, Black Flag, Cymande, Soul II Soul, Motorama, F. McDonald, Barbara Tucker, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Chris & Cosey, Ronan, Laurel Aitken, The Sound, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Cabaret Voltaire, Grauzone, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, The Divine Comedy, Organ, Kings Of Tomorrow, Lou Christie, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Moss Icon, Bobby Sherman, Ludus, Girls At Our Best!, Youth Brigade, Peter and Kerry, Oppenheimer Analysis, Intrusion, Arthur Verocai, Ajijia Myrayebe, Grey Daturas, Jesper Dahlback, Aloha Tigers, Tim Buckley, Barry Ungar, Kerrie Biddell, Thee Headcoats, Erykah Badu, Ituana, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.

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)