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 Greece and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the disco 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.

All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Graham Central Station, Easy Going, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Janne Schatter, Alphaville, The American Breed, Aswad, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Television, Quantec, Ice-T, The Searchers, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Kaleidoscope, Man Eating Sloth, Pharoah Sanders, Bizarre Inc., Gang of Four, Tears for Fears, Max Romeo, Au Pairs, Angry Samoans, Duran Duran, Newcleus, Supertramp, Cal Tjader, Inner City, Lebanon Hanover, China Crisis, Toni Rubio, Magazine, The Pop Group, Rotary Connection, The Happenings, New York Dolls, Girls At Our Best!, Joensuu 1685, Heavy D & The Boyz, Excepter, Pussy Galore, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Nick Fraelich, James White and The Blacks, The Kinks, Sugar Minott, Wolf Eyes, Porter Ricks, Lonnie Liston Smith, Harry Pussy, Scientists, The Zeros, Beasts of Bourbon, Mission of Burma, Agitation Free, The Offenders, Johnny Clarke, Skriet, Massinfluence, James Chance & The Contortions, Silicon Teens, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Zapp, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.

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)