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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the dance 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.

All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.

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

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 Scrapy record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Young Marble Giants, Glenn Branca, The Angels of Light, The Monochrome Set, Mars, The Neon Judgement, Urselle, The Beau Brummels, The Smiths, Black Bananas, The Happenings, Nick Fraelich, Jeru the Damaja, The Dead C, Godley & Creme, Lalann, The Gories, Black Flag, Jimmy McGriff, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Graham Central Station, The Dave Clark Five, Byron Stingily, Bush Tetras, Letta Mbulu, Lou Reed & John Cale, Ituana, Sex Pistols, Jawbox, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Joensuu 1685, Be Bop Deluxe, Scratch Acid, Eric Copeland, Rhythm & Sound, The Real Kids, The Stooges, Interpol, Robert Hood, Aural Exciters, Lucky Dragons, Derrick May, John Holt, Todd Rundgren, Kerri Chandler, Saccharine Trust, Dorothy Ashby, Angry Samoans, Sun Ra Arkestra, The Cowsills, Swans, K-Klass, Cybotron, Throbbing Gristle, Freddie Wadling, Unwound, Gang of Four, Nation of Ulysses, Duran Duran, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.

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)