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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.

All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Moss Icon, Spandau Ballet, Howard Jones, Ralphi Rosario, Godley & Creme, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Piero Umiliani, Flamin' Groovies, The Cramps, the Sonics, Severed Heads, Massinfluence, Arcadia, Crime, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Sun Ra, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Deepchord, Ajijia Myrayebe, DeepChord presents Echospace, Steve Hackett, Eric Copeland, 8 Eyed Spy, Lightning Bolt, Outsiders, Mo-Dettes, Qualms, Anakelly, Donny Hathaway, AZ, Saccharine Trust, Roxette, Rakim, Sparks, The Walker Brothers, Crispian St. Peters, Jacob Miller, Public Image Ltd., The Moody Blues, Sonic Youth, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Lou Christie, Index, Ultimate Spinach, the Slits, Camouflage, Clear Light, Erasure, Sister Nancy, Barbara Tucker, The Doobie Brothers, The Gun Club, Kevin Saunderson, Simply Red, Moby Grape, Lindisfarne, Pole, Underground Resistance, Flipper, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, The Selecter, Delta 5, Dave Gahan, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.

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)