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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.

All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Evens, the Association, Gregory Isaacs, The Sisters of Mercy, Brand Nubian, Howard Jones, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Pulsallama, Deadbeat, The New Christs, K-Klass, Wings, Parry Music, Negative Approach, The Move, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, It's A Beautiful Day, Lalann, Gang Green, Michelle Simonal, These Immortal Souls, Eric Dolphy, Curtis Mayfield, Alphaville, Sex Pistols, Swell Maps, Joy Division, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, New Order, Depeche Mode, DeepChord presents Echospace, Louis and Bebe Barron, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Lalo Schifrin, Skarface, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Boredoms, Niagra, Isaac Hayes, The Moleskins, The Royal Family And The Poor, Marc Almond, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Pussy Galore, X-Ray Spex, Tears for Fears, Spoonie Gee, Bluetip, Accadde A, Altered Images, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Hot Snakes, Amazonics, The Busters, PIL, A Certain Ratio, The Stooges, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Rekid, Stereo Dub, Ash Ra Tempel, Thee Headcoats, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.

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)