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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tubeway Army to the rock 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.

All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Funkadelic, The Saints, New Order, a-ha, Ice-T, Reagan Youth, Gang Green, FM Einheit, Soft Cell, Gabor Szabo, Lower 48, Alison Limerick, Matthew Halsall, Quadrant, Glambeats Corp., N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Barracudas, D'Angelo, Ituana, Pussy Galore, Rufus Thomas, Rites of Spring, Andrew Hill, Los Fastidios, The Sisters of Mercy, Camouflage, Surgeon, Davy DMX, Joe Finger, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, The Happenings, Rekid, Ajijia Myrayebe, Guru Guru, John Foxx, Derrick Morgan, Aural Exciters, The Stooges, Letta Mbulu, Minny Pops, Fat Boys, Soulsonic Force, Icehouse, Bill Near, Todd Terry, Banda Bassotti, Animal Collective, Index, Moby Grape, Crime, Bronski Beat, Deakin, Siglo XX, The Chocolate Watch Band, Ossler, DeepChord presents Echospace, Severed Heads, 48th St. Collective, David McCallum, Laurel Aitken, Simply Red, Scott Walker, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.

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)