Infinitely Losing My Edge

Generate another   or   share this link  

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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.

All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

Lou Reed & John Cale, June Days, Chris & Cosey, Boogie Down Productions, Mark Hollis, Scan 7, Derrick Morgan, Flamin' Groovies, Eurythmics, Aaron Thompson, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Negative Approach, The Five Americans, The Count Five, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Sexual Harrassment, Pantaleimon, Wolf Eyes, Heaven 17, ABBA, Letta Mbulu, Porter Ricks, Das Ding, The Names, The Golliwogs, James White and The Blacks, Amon Düül II, Glambeats Corp., Jeru the Damaja, T. Rex, The Evens, It's A Beautiful Day, The Sound, Warren Ellis, The Fire Engines, Q and Not U, The Music Machine, Minutemen, Interpol, Moby Grape, Lightning Bolt, Agent Orange, Aural Exciters, X-Ray Spex, Lou Christie, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Soul Sonic Force, H. Thieme, Kevin Saunderson, Simply Red, Fad Gadget, Arab on Radar, Alphaville, The Monochrome Set, Wire, Oneida, A Flock of Seagulls, Kaleidoscope, kango's stein massive, Gil Scott Heron, Tommy Roe, Neu!, The Monks, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.

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)