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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.

I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.

All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.

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

But have you seen my records?

Eden Ahbez, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, The Red Krayola, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Arab on Radar, Quando Quango, The Fuzztones, The Sound, The Count Five, Easy Going, Moby Grape, The Doobie Brothers, EPMD, Eric Copeland, Anakelly, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Television Personalities, E-Dancer, Trumans Water, Angry Samoans, Ultramagnetic MC's, Bronski Beat, The Techniques, Leonard Cohen, Sister Nancy, Scratch Acid, Goldenarms, The Knickerbockers, Deepchord, The Gories, Darondo, Flash Fearless, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Bill Wells, the Human League, Oneida, It's A Beautiful Day, Slave, Rites of Spring, DJ Style, Sun Ra, Country Teasers, Fugazi, Skaos, Q and Not U, Yaz, Yusef Lateef, Bob Dylan, OOIOO, Public Enemy, Cybotron, Fela Kuti, Newcleus, Lou Christie, Organ, The Toasters, Colin Newman, Graham Central Station, Popol Vuh, The Walker Brothers, Eurythmics, Man Parrish, The Music Machine, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.

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)