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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.

All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Traffic Nightmare, Davy DMX, The Blackbyrds, Larry & the Blue Notes, Harpers Bizarre, Black Flag, Deepchord, Skaos, Andrew Hill, Hoover, Janne Schatter, Deadbeat, The Flesh Eaters, Soul Sonic Force, U.S. Maple, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Amon Düül II, Dark Day, Buzzcocks, Isaac Hayes, Todd Terry, The Gun Club, Pet Shop Boys, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Underground Resistance, Bronski Beat, Cameo, The Sonics, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Kaleidoscope, The Buckinghams, Neil Young, The Trojans, Das Ding, Excepter, The Moody Blues, Sixth Finger, Steve Hackett, Grandmaster Flash, Pharoah Sanders, Fort Wilson Riot, The Gap Band, Lucky Dragons, Scratch Acid, Suburban Knight, Godley & Creme, Man Parrish, China Crisis, Youth Brigade, Peter & Gordon, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Tomorrow, The Martian, Selector Dub Narcotic, John Cale, Brand Nubian, Josef K, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Yusef Lateef, Eric B and Rakim, Marc Almond, Vladislav Delay, Jeff Lynne, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.

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)