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 Fiji and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the grime 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.

All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.

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

But have you seen my records?

Infiniti, Black Moon, Cheater Slicks, Monks, Swans, Index, Junior Murvin, Urselle, Nas, L. Decosne, Icehouse, Fugazi, The Victims, Public Image Ltd., Johnny Clarke, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Rotary Connection, R.M.O., Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Anthony Braxton, Crash Course in Science, The Evens, OOIOO, Dave Gahan, Theoretical Girls, Reuben Wilson, Whodini, Main Source, Ludus, Pere Ubu, Bobby Byrd, The Mighty Diamonds, a-ha, Duran Duran, Grandmaster Flash, D'Angelo, Jawbox, The Stooges, Electric Prunes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Bill Wells, Ultramagnetic MC's, Eric B and Rakim, Kings Of Tomorrow, Marine Girls, Nirvana, It's A Beautiful Day, The Buckinghams, Max Romeo, Janne Schatter, The Pop Group, Howard Jones, Andrew Hill, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Radiohead, Jerry Gold Smith, Gil Scott Heron, E-Dancer, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Flipper, Roger Hodgson, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.

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)