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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.

All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Q65, Black Moon, Lower 48, The Fugs, Wally Richardson, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, The Electric Prunes, Arab on Radar, Glambeats Corp., Thee Headcoats, Bizarre Inc., Bluetip, Al Stewart, DeepChord presents Echospace, Minutemen, The Buckinghams, Warren Ellis, Dennis Brown, Sonny Sharrock, Pet Shop Boys, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Adolescents, Be Bop Deluxe, Suicide, John Lydon, Interpol, Sparks, The Barracudas, Aural Exciters, Joe Smooth, X-101, The Misunderstood, Oneida, The Red Krayola, The Smiths, Gerry Rafferty, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Ultimate Spinach, Trumans Water, Flamin' Groovies, The Alarm Clocks, Deadbeat, David McCallum, Heavy D & The Boyz, The Trojans, Lakeside, The Toasters, Rapeman, Bootsy Collins, the Human League, Wire, Tubeway Army, Tropical Tobacco, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Derrick May, Jawbox, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Gichy Dan, Yusef Lateef, Monks, Leonard Cohen, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.

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)