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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.

I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Dawn Penn to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.

All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Theoretical Girls, Minny Pops, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Jeff Lynne, Eli Mardock, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Joe Finger, Stereo Dub, Kerri Chandler, Lindisfarne, The J.B.'s, Simply Red, The Techniques, The Moody Blues, The Happenings, London Community Gospel Choir, Sixth Finger, Lightning Bolt, The Misunderstood, Siouxsie and the Banshees, David Axelrod, Roxy Music, Kayak, The Doobie Brothers, The Dead C, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Man Parrish, Jerry's Kids, Bill Near, Eve St. Jones, Leonard Cohen, Sugar Minott, ABC, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Scott Walker, Deepchord, Erykah Badu, Sexual Harrassment, Bauhaus, Grauzone, Gil Scott Heron, Flash Fearless, Cluster, Suburban Knight, Cecil Taylor, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Sun City Girls, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Albert Ayler, the Slits, Big Daddy Kane, Faraquet, The Sisters of Mercy, Pantytec, Nick Fraelich, Skriet, OOIOO, Jimmy McGriff, The Invisible, Isaac Hayes, Lungfish, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.

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)