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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Interpol to the funk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.

All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Amon Düül II, The Fugs, Tears for Fears, Jawbox, Lou Christie, Rekid, The Seeds, Alison Limerick, The Cramps, the Germs, Peter & Gordon, Quantec, Country Joe & The Fish, Japan, Young Marble Giants, Joensuu 1685, The Alarm Clocks, The Skatalites, The Chocolate Watch Band, Barclay James Harvest, Dave Gahan, Barry Ungar, Echo & the Bunnymen, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Eric Copeland, U.S. Maple, The Walker Brothers, Al Stewart, Wasted Youth, Lungfish, Soft Cell, Bauhaus, Swans, T. Rex, Eve St. Jones, Trumans Water, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, AZ, JFA, June Days, The Invisible, Archie Shepp, DJ Sneak, H. Thieme, Flash Fearless, Suburban Knight, Lightning Bolt, David McCallum, Babytalk, Tropical Tobacco, Half Japanese, The United States of America, Glambeats Corp., Johnny Osbourne, Ultimate Spinach, The Cowsills, Sam Rivers, The Blackbyrds, MC5, The Tremeloes, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.

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)