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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.

All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Rapeman, Accadde A, Eric Copeland, Marc Almond, Todd Rundgren, Guru Guru, Kenny Larkin, Rites of Spring, Faust, Roxy Music, Sam Rivers, Mo-Dettes, Chris Corsano, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Altered Images, Glenn Branca, The Knickerbockers, Flash Fearless, Bill Wells, DJ Sneak, Barclay James Harvest, Can, Man Eating Sloth, Johnny Clarke, Albert Ayler, Schoolly D, Country Joe & The Fish, Porter Ricks, DJ Style, Groovy Waters, Jeff Lynne, Iggy Pop, Kango’s Stein Massive, Thee Headcoats, The Vogues, Sällskapet, The United States of America, Dave Gahan, This Heat, Jesper Dahlbäck, Trumans Water, Gastr Del Sol, Gang Starr, Gang Green, Fugazi, MC5, Terry Callier, Cabaret Voltaire, Big Daddy Kane, Unwound, Q and Not U, Erykah Badu, Grandmaster Flash, Nik Kershaw, The Buckinghams, Electric Prunes, Stiv Bators, Godley & Creme, cv313, Reuben Wilson, Blancmange, Amon Düül II, Kevin Saunderson, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.

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)