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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.

All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.

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

But have you seen my records?

Ultramagnetic MC's, 10cc, The Blackbyrds, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Shuggie Otis, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, 8 Eyed Spy, Rakim, Dawn Penn, X-101, Pussy Galore, Cameo, Soul II Soul, Nirvana, Sonic Youth, The Smiths, Pet Shop Boys, FM Einheit, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, The Invisible, Idris Muhammad, Los Fastidios, The Music Machine, Minnie Riperton, Scientists, Kool Moe Dee, Todd Rundgren, Fatback Band, Babytalk, Trumans Water, KRS-One, Skaos, Maleditus Sound, John Coltrane, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, The Red Krayola, Zapp, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, June of 44, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Rod Modell, Matthew Halsall, Terry Callier, Yazoo, The Standells, Ice-T, Radiopuhelimet, Bush Tetras, Young Marble Giants, Susan Cadogan, Index, Althea and Donna, The Seeds, Lucky Dragons, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Eric B and Rakim, The Kinks, The Flesh Eaters, Quando Quango, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Letta Mbulu, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.

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)