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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.

All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Chocolate Watch Band, Shuggie Otis, Ornette Coleman, Zero Boys, Subhumans, Tomorrow, EPMD, Ajijia Myrayebe, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Agent Orange, Pierre Henry, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Steve Hackett, Warren Ellis, Wings, Silicon Teens, Siglo XX, Al Stewart, Faraquet, Drive Like Jehu, The Remains, Amon Düül II, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, The Birthday Party, Lou Reed & Metallica, Alton Ellis, The Gladiators, Lungfish, The Human League, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Pantaleimon, Jandek, The Cure, The Gun Club, Massinfluence, Absolute Body Control, Minny Pops, Bill Near, Marshall Jefferson, Wire, Pharoah Sanders, The Gap Band, U.S. Maple, Bang on a Can All-Stars, X-Ray Spex, David McCallum, Oneida, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Vladislav Delay, Joe Finger, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, The Grass Roots, Livin' Joy, Marvin Gaye, Mad Mike, Sugar Minott, Erykah Badu, Qualms, The Fortunes, Moss Icon, Sarah Menescal, Sly & The Family Stone, Fela Kuti, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.

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)