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 Spain and from Spokane.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.

All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.

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

But have you seen my records?

Bill Wells, Public Image Ltd., Brass Construction, Roxette, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Donald Byrd, Surgeon, Fear, Kurtis Blow, The Monks, Matthew Bourne, Thompson Twins, Vainqueur, Kayak, The Leaves, Cymande, Hot Snakes, Skarface, Nick Fraelich, Eddi Front, Pylon, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Charles Mingus, Kango’s Stein Massive, DNA, Chris & Cosey, Kenny Larkin, Gang Green, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Roxy Music, Zero Boys, Scott Walker, Lonnie Liston Smith, Tomorrow, Silicon Teens, Chris Corsano, Soft Machine, Scion, Althea and Donna, Mo-Dettes, Boogie Down Productions, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Marine Girls, Icehouse, Negative Approach, U.S. Maple, The Saints, Young Marble Giants, Con Funk Shun, Peter & Gordon, Lou Christie, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Agent Orange, Basic Channel, Desert Stars, Black Flag, Blossom Toes, Alice Coltrane, The Doors, Scan 7, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.

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)