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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Crime 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.

All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Gregory Isaacs, Eric B and Rakim, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Stockholm Monsters, Donny Hathaway, Niagra, Sugar Minott, The Doors, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, The J.B.'s, The Misunderstood, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Saints, Crash Course in Science, Subhumans, Funky Four + One, David McCallum, Yellowson, Q65, Jerry's Kids, Intrusion, EPMD, Skarface, Johnny Osbourne, Godley & Creme, Eric Dolphy, Rosa Yemen, Bob Dylan, Television, Angry Samoans, The Monks, Youth Brigade, Pylon, Royal Trux, Davy DMX, Todd Rundgren, Delta 5, Quadrant, K-Klass, Wally Richardson, Fifty Foot Hose, The Barracudas, The Red Krayola, The Human League, Neil Young, Peter and Kerry, Lou Reed, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Massinfluence, Agent Orange, Tres Demented, Tubeway Army, Larry & the Blue Notes, Barbara Tucker, Danielle Patucci, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.

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)