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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 The Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.

All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

MDC, Unwound, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Magazine, The Stooges, Harmonia, Metal Thangz, Cal Tjader, Ice-T, Jandek, Shoche, Ossler, Skriet, Kayak, Von Mondo, Gichy Dan, Kenny Larkin, Drive Like Jehu, Monks, Outsiders, Cabaret Voltaire, Slick Rick, The American Breed, Black Pus, Louis and Bebe Barron, Sound Behaviour, E-Dancer, Tomorrow, the Fania All-Stars, Terry Callier, Ultramagnetic MC's, James Chance & The Contortions, The Count Five, Technova, Quando Quango, Lindisfarne, EPMD, The Fire Engines, Desert Stars, Alton Ellis, Groovy Waters, Swans, Todd Terry, The Moody Blues, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Josef K, The Shadows of Knight, Bobbi Humphrey, R.M.O., Fluxion, The Gap Band, Vainqueur, Gil Scott Heron, The Real Kids, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Eli Mardock, Barrington Levy, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Scott Walker, Jeff Mills, Crispy Ambulance, Roy Ayers, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.

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)