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 East Timor and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.

All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

Maleditus Sound, Nirvana, Urselle, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Laurel Aitken, Sixth Finger, The American Breed, The United States of America, Pulsallama, Cymande, Brass Construction, the Slits, Bluetip, Ash Ra Tempel, Reuben Wilson, Cluster, The Vogues, Vaughan Mason & Crew, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Clear Light, Youth Brigade, Make Up, This Heat, In Retrospect, Prince Buster, Crime, Marcia Griffiths, Deakin, Lightning Bolt, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, New Age Steppers, Kurtis Blow, Absolute Body Control, Inner City, Kas Product, Man Eating Sloth, Bobbi Humphrey, Ultravox, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Johnny Clarke, Lou Christie, Sandy B, Model 500, Agent Orange, Ludus, Louis and Bebe Barron, The Cowsills, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Sex Pistols, Donald Byrd, Arab on Radar, Royal Trux, Liaisons Dangereuses, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Josef K, AZ, Minny Pops, The Kinks, The Alarm Clocks, Rekid, ABBA, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.

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)