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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.

All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

Marshall Jefferson, Barclay James Harvest, Angry Samoans, Duran Duran, Drive Like Jehu, Royal Trux, Curtis Mayfield, Das Ding, Dead Boys, Cameo, Al Stewart, Absolute Body Control, Scratch Acid, The Doobie Brothers, Byron Stingily, Kerri Chandler, Marvin Gaye, Piero Umiliani, Josef K, Monolake, The Residents, The Index, Eddi Front, Fela Kuti, Ohio Players, Prince Buster, Agent Orange, Cluster, Ronan, The Searchers, Lee Hazlewood, The Golliwogs, Ossler, Henry Cow, Davy DMX, Guru Guru, Audionom, Stetsasonic, Lower 48, Malaria!, Mo-Dettes, Eric Copeland, K-Klass, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Soulsonic Force, 10cc, Frankie Knuckles, DJ Sneak, The Cosmic Jokers, Joe Smooth, Quando Quango, Goldenarms, Whodini, The New Christs, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, London Community Gospel Choir, Wolf Eyes, Television, Bill Wells, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.

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)