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 Austria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.

All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

OOIOO, Junior Murvin, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Larry & the Blue Notes, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Circle Jerks, The Slackers, Silicon Teens, Popol Vuh, Peter & Gordon, Fugazi, Section 25, The Velvet Underground, Vladislav Delay, Johnny Osbourne, Flipper, Iggy Pop, The Walker Brothers, The Last Poets, Pylon, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Litter, Television Personalities, Shuggie Otis, Pole, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Fad Gadget, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Motorama, Grey Daturas, Radio Birdman, Jeff Lynne, Los Fastidios, Tropical Tobacco, The Dirtbombs, Toni Rubio, Main Source, Bauhaus, The Beau Brummels, The Human League, Bill Wells, Gong, Guru Guru, Goldenarms, Aaron Thompson, The Buckinghams, Cymande, Sun City Girls, Eddi Front, Thee Headcoats, A Flock of Seagulls, James Chance & The Contortions, Slave, L. Decosne, Hot Snakes, Ultra Naté, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Easy Going, the Human League, Jimmy McGriff, Fort Wilson Riot, Von Mondo, Althea and Donna, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.

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)