Infinitely Losing My Edge

Generate another   or   share this link  

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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.

All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.

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

But have you seen my records?

Intrusion, Shuggie Otis, The Dirtbombs, Roxette, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, This Heat, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Barbara Tucker, Dawn Penn, Kevin Saunderson, Peter & Gordon, Ice-T, Saccharine Trust, Rufus Thomas, Ultimate Spinach, Lou Christie, Pole, Nation of Ulysses, Subhumans, Funky Four + One, Brass Construction, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Isaac Hayes, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, The Remains, Howard Jones, The Star Department, Gong, The Pretty Things, The Alarm Clocks, CMW, Deepchord, Mr. Review, LL Cool J, Godley & Creme, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, John Coltrane, Joe Smooth, Ornette Coleman, Hoover, Oneida, Schoolly D, Jesper Dahlbäck, The Black Dice, Janne Schatter, The Saints, June Days, Pharoah Sanders, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Cowsills, Pere Ubu, Mad Mike, Scrapy, Patti Smith, Donald Byrd, Absolute Body Control, June of 44, The Offenders, Simply Red, The Fortunes, Lebanon Hanover, AZ, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.

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)