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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
But I was there.

I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Eden Ahbez 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.

All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Erykah Badu, The Associates, D'Angelo, Trumans Water, Gang Starr, New Age Steppers, Kas Product, Khruangbin, Sexual Harrassment, DeepChord presents Echospace, Faust, The Dave Clark Five, Flipper, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Be Bop Deluxe, Altered Images, Laurel Aitken, Todd Terry, Marc Almond, Sun Ra, Andrew Hill, Gregory Isaacs, The Sisters of Mercy, Unwound, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, The Motions, Public Enemy, Nas, Soul Sonic Force, The Royal Family And The Poor, Tim Buckley, Masters at Work, Liliput, Shoche, Dorothy Ashby, PIL, Visage, Neu!, Ajijia Myrayebe, Glambeats Corp., Ralphi Rosario, Fat Boys, Public Image Ltd., Kool Moe Dee, The Birthday Party, Marvin Gaye, T. Rex, Ponytail, Aural Exciters, Essential Logic, The New Christs, The Slits, Gastr Del Sol, Faraquet, Radiopuhelimet, The Pop Group, Saccharine Trust, The Skatalites, Television Personalities, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.

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)