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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.

All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Lalo Schifrin, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Moby Grape, Vainqueur, James Chance & The Contortions, David McCallum, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Magazine, The Misunderstood, Aaron Thompson, The Fire Engines, Electric Light Orchestra, Bush Tetras, Sun Ra, Larry & the Blue Notes, Crime, DNA, Kerri Chandler, Dennis Brown, Sarah Menescal, Easy Going, World's Most, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Kenny Larkin, Index, Deakin, Adolescents, Jacques Brel, Alton Ellis, Swell Maps, Japan, Minor Threat, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Godley & Creme, Schoolly D, Con Funk Shun, Warren Ellis, Grandmaster Flash, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, The Knickerbockers, Pagans, Wolf Eyes, The Moody Blues, The Divine Comedy, A Flock of Seagulls, Mr. Review, The Birthday Party, Model 500, James White and The Blacks, These Immortal Souls, Public Image Ltd., Eric B and Rakim, Terrestrial Tones, Marine Girls, The Wake, Lucky Dragons, Massinfluence, Brick, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, The Music Machine, Neil Young, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.

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)