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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 ABC to the electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.

All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Rakim, Sandy B, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Ajijia Myrayebe, Soft Machine, Black Bananas, Graham Central Station, The Cure, the Bar-Kays, Bobby Sherman, The Names, The Mummies, Kaleidoscope, Blake Baxter, Public Enemy, Nick Fraelich, Thompson Twins, Letta Mbulu, KRS-One, Donny Hathaway, The Fire Engines, Nico, Anthony Braxton, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Nirvana, Soft Cell, Scott Walker, Bush Tetras, Bronski Beat, The Gladiators, Bauhaus, Tim Buckley, John Holt, Gang Starr, Youth Brigade, Lou Reed, Connie Case, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Gabor Szabo, Electric Prunes, Motorama, The Detroit Cobras, Heaven 17, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, The Stooges, New York Dolls, Sällskapet, Outsiders, Brass Construction, Visage, X-Ray Spex, Fad Gadget, Tears for Fears, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Cowsills, Louis and Bebe Barron, Bad Manners, Popol Vuh, Niagra, Bobby Womack, Swell Maps, The Gap Band, 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)