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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.

All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Erykah Badu, Ajijia Myrayebe, John Lydon, Negative Approach, Colin Newman, Lindisfarne, Arcadia, The Fall, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Pulsallama, Harpers Bizarre, Pharoah Sanders, London Community Gospel Choir, Scratch Acid, The Blues Magoos, Warren Ellis, 10cc, Can, Aloha Tigers, The Kinks, David Axelrod, Intrusion, Lakeside, DJ Sneak, X-Ray Spex, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Sight & Sound, Sixth Finger, Sam Rivers, Althea and Donna, Suburban Knight, Unwound, Sonic Youth, Tomorrow, The Gun Club, Ossler, Whodini, Icehouse, Loose Ends, Livin' Joy, The Real Kids, Eric Dolphy, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Ash Ra Tempel, Soft Machine, Metal Thangz, James White and The Blacks, Country Teasers, Big Daddy Kane, Alice Coltrane, Wire, Aaron Thompson, kango's stein massive, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The Red Krayola, The Neon Judgement, A Certain Ratio, Alton Ellis, X-101, Lou Reed & John Cale, Agent Orange, The Trojans, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.

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)