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 Libya and from Bologna.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.

All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Flipper, The Kinks, Con Funk Shun, Sister Nancy, Tres Demented, The Happenings, Bootsy's Rubber Band, EPMD, Hardrive, Janne Schatter, Judy Mowatt, Gang Gang Dance, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, The Dead C, Brothers Johnson, Easy Going, Malaria!, Sad Lovers and Giants, Rosa Yemen, Peter and Kerry, Vainqueur, Pet Shop Boys, Tropical Tobacco, Fear, Jeru the Damaja, Soulsonic Force, Spandau Ballet, Wire, Maleditus Sound, Stereo Dub, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Boz Scaggs, Faust, Can, Depeche Mode, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Detroit Cobras, Slick Rick, David Bowie, Cal Tjader, the Bar-Kays, Vladislav Delay, Michelle Simonal, Black Flag, Kas Product, Bush Tetras, Lonnie Liston Smith, Robert Hood, Jesper Dahlbäck, The Cramps, Gang Green, Joyce Sims, The Fall, Monks, Matthew Halsall, The Selecter, Yazoo, London Community Gospel Choir, Rites of Spring, Chris & Cosey, Nirvana, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.

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)