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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the jazz 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.

All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

8 Eyed Spy, Metal Thangz, The Neon Judgement, Nick Fraelich, Buzzcocks, Camouflage, Gian Franco Pienzio, La Düsseldorf, Bizarre Inc., June Days, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, New Age Steppers, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Joe Finger, DeepChord presents Echospace, Audionom, Kevin Saunderson, Darondo, Junior Murvin, Heaven 17, Basic Channel, Erasure, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Aswad, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Gerry Rafferty, China Crisis, R.M.O., Funky Four + One, Oneida, Hardrive, Bill Wells, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Jeff Mills, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Derrick Morgan, F. McDonald, Todd Terry, X-101, Eve St. Jones, E-Dancer, Intrusion, Dennis Brown, The Litter, Kayak, Throbbing Gristle, Pussy Galore, T. Rex, Organ, DJ Sneak, Cal Tjader, Eric Copeland, Bob Dylan, Heavy D & The Boyz, Aloha Tigers, Marshall Jefferson, Cabaret Voltaire, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Roy Ayers, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.

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)