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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.

All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Beau Brummels, The Skatalites, The New Christs, Bluetip, The Vogues, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), The Gap Band, Second Layer, Ash Ra Tempel, Basic Channel, Kango’s Stein Massive, A Certain Ratio, Unwound, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Minnie Riperton, Fad Gadget, New Age Steppers, Sight & Sound, The Cosmic Jokers, Juan Atkins, Susan Cadogan, The Birthday Party, The Searchers, the Slits, Letta Mbulu, The United States of America, Jerry's Kids, The Gories, The Sound, The Last Poets, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Heaven 17, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Electric Prunes, Bang On A Can, Ronan, Magazine, Sparks, Alison Limerick, Magma, Reuben Wilson, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Joensuu 1685, Country Joe & The Fish, Danielle Patucci, Delta 5, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Godley & Creme, Masters at Work, Sexual Harrassment, Big Daddy Kane, Marmalade, Sex Pistols, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Be Bop Deluxe, Oppenheimer Analysis, It's A Beautiful Day, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Lucky Dragons, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.

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)