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 France and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.

All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Television Personalities, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Avey Tare, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Morten Harket, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Kayak, Underground Resistance, T. Rex, The Offenders, Godley & Creme, Harmonia, The Doors, Sonny Sharrock, Sun Ra, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Gastr Del Sol, Popol Vuh, Siglo XX, The Trojans, Nas, X-Ray Spex, Throbbing Gristle, David Axelrod, Bad Manners, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Eyeless In Gaza, Kool Moe Dee, Cecil Taylor, Sound Behaviour, Hashim, Joe Finger, The Dirtbombs, Bobby Hutcherson, Pantaleimon, T.S.O.L., Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Symarip, In Retrospect, Lindisfarne, Donny Hathaway, Ajijia Myrayebe, Scratch Acid, Reuben Wilson, the Germs, Ossler, New Order, Erykah Badu, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Bob Dylan, Flamin' Groovies, The Knickerbockers, Goldenarms, Can, Cybotron, Gregory Isaacs, Gang Green, The New Christs, Sun City Girls, Theoretical Girls, Buzzcocks, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.

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)