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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.

All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Scientists, Black Sheep, DeepChord presents Echospace, Gang Gang Dance, Moby Grape, Kevin Saunderson, The Angels of Light, The Five Americans, Anakelly, The Martian, Grandmaster Flash, Bang On A Can, The Cure, World's Most, Mary Jane Girls, The Music Machine, DNA, Soulsonic Force, Roger Hodgson, Camberwell Now, the Germs, Fad Gadget, Brothers Johnson, Camouflage, Das Ding, AZ, Wolf Eyes, John Foxx, Frankie Knuckles, Theoretical Girls, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, The Residents, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, The Stooges, Lou Christie, Alton Ellis, The Beau Brummels, Fort Wilson Riot, Oblivians, Robert Wyatt, Juan Atkins, Pole, Kaleidoscope, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Lebanon Hanover, Royal Trux, The Royal Family And The Poor, Terry Callier, The Seeds, Gabor Szabo, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Isaac Hayes, Ultravox, Ponytail, Scrapy, Shoche, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Amon Düül II, Young Marble Giants, Pharoah Sanders, Jeff Lynne, Tim Buckley, Stetsasonic, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.

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)