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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.

All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Blancmange, Danielle Patucci, The Buckinghams, Black Moon, Model 500, Minutemen, The Grass Roots, The Zeros, Warsaw, Matthew Bourne, Lonnie Liston Smith, DNA, Nico, Section 25, Glambeats Corp., the Normal, Essential Logic, Yellowson, Fatback Band, Lou Christie, Youth Brigade, Babytalk, The Leaves, Monks, Gong, Marmalade, Joensuu 1685, Scion, Moebius, The Evens, Rapeman, Bootsy Collins, Bill Near, Aaron Thompson, Glenn Branca, Neil Young, Simply Red, The Electric Prunes, The Blues Magoos, Radiopuhelimet, Aloha Tigers, Flipper, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Anthony Braxton, Make Up, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, The Alarm Clocks, Goldenarms, D'Angelo, La Düsseldorf, The Angels of Light, Half Japanese, Mission of Burma, Robert Wyatt, Jawbox, New Age Steppers, Spandau Ballet, Quantec, The Stooges, The Human League, Pere Ubu, LL Cool J, Drexciya, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.

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)