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 Uganda and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.

All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.

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

But have you seen my records?

One Last Wish, Y Pants, PIL, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Matthew Bourne, Average White Band, UT, The Happenings, Carl Craig, The Mighty Diamonds, Joe Finger, The Modern Lovers, The American Breed, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Erykah Badu, Agent Orange, Jimmy McGriff, Skarface, Sound Behaviour, The Gories, Scion, Chrome, Little Man, Kango’s Stein Massive, Lalo Schifrin, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Associates, Pere Ubu, London Community Gospel Choir, Electric Light Orchestra, In Retrospect, Bill Wells, R.M.O., Junior Murvin, DJ Sneak, Mary Jane Girls, Radio Birdman, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Jesper Dahlback, The Grass Roots, Eddi Front, Cluster, Sight & Sound, Sunsets and Hearts, Ice-T, Kool Moe Dee, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Isaac Hayes, Spoonie Gee, The Leaves, Gabor Szabo, Ponytail, Curtis Mayfield, Sandy B, New York Dolls, Sex Pistols, Symarip, Cecil Taylor, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, It's A Beautiful Day, La Düsseldorf, X-Ray Spex, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.

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)