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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.

All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Main Source, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Funkadelic, The Residents, Roy Ayers, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Darondo, the Normal, Interpol, The Toasters, Cymande, The Count Five, Blake Baxter, Dorothy Ashby, Audionom, Suicide, Robert Hood, Flipper, Sunsets and Hearts, Deakin, Popol Vuh, Harmonia, Ronnie Foster, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Fifty Foot Hose, Lalo Schifrin, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Crash Course in Science, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, LL Cool J, Pere Ubu, The Durutti Column, Gang Gang Dance, Bang On A Can, Dead Boys, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Cybotron, Average White Band, Eric Copeland, Reagan Youth, Jeff Lynne, Clear Light, Public Enemy, Pantaleimon, Don Cherry, Cluster, Sly & The Family Stone, Sonic Youth, Josef K, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, The Angels of Light, 48th St. Collective, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Jesper Dahlbäck, Hashim, kango's stein massive, Neil Young, Thee Headcoats, The Motions, Sexual Harrassment, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.

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)