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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.

All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Mummies, Ralphi Rosario, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Chris & Cosey, Angry Samoans, The Barracudas, James White and The Blacks, The Evens, Josef K, The Sonics, Warren Ellis, Smog, John Coltrane, The Blackbyrds, Funkadelic, Unrelated Segments, Pantytec, The Sound, Grauzone, Arthur Verocai, Unwound, The Velvet Underground, Sunsets and Hearts, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, the Human League, The Neon Judgement, Scan 7, Spoonie Gee, Hoover, Ituana, Jeff Lynne, Half Japanese, MC5, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, The Pretty Things, Siglo XX, Ponytail, Make Up, Kas Product, Accadde A, James Chance & The Contortions, The Stooges, A Certain Ratio, Radiohead, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Johnny Osbourne, The Remains, Vladislav Delay, Rakim, Ossler, Lou Reed & Metallica, Tim Buckley, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Inner City, Deepchord, The Durutti Column, Black Moon, Y Pants, Delta 5, Cal Tjader, Roxy Music, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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)