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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the grunge 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 cv313. All the underground hits.

All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Althea and Donna, The Red Krayola, Frankie Knuckles, The Kinks, Sonny Sharrock, The Cowsills, Ultravox, Sly & The Family Stone, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Minutemen, Kas Product, Monolake, Nick Fraelich, The Trojans, Electric Prunes, Absolute Body Control, Roy Ayers, Delta 5, The Mummies, Charles Mingus, Sad Lovers and Giants, Louis and Bebe Barron, Faust, Rapeman, Eddi Front, The Neon Judgement, Talk Talk, Sex Pistols, Sunsets and Hearts, Archie Shepp, Ultimate Spinach, Unwound, Barclay James Harvest, Gichy Dan, Scientists, Alison Limerick, Lonnie Liston Smith, Ornette Coleman, Joe Smooth, Hot Snakes, The Moody Blues, The Skatalites, Ajijia Myrayebe, Roxy Music, The Cure, The Music Machine, The Beau Brummels, Maurizio, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, In Retrospect, Danielle Patucci, T.S.O.L., The Moleskins, Marmalade, Eric Copeland, Flipper, Sugar Minott, Index, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Agitation Free, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.

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)