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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Invisible to the crunk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.

All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Neil Young, Joey Negro, Barry Ungar, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Prince Buster, Louis and Bebe Barron, Selector Dub Narcotic, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Cecil Taylor, John Cale, Tres Demented, Mo-Dettes, Be Bop Deluxe, the Fania All-Stars, Harmonia, Interpol, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, The Names, the Swans, The Busters, Subhumans, Archie Shepp, The Doors, Minnie Riperton, Fugazi, Whodini, The Birthday Party, Drexciya, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, The Human League, Lower 48, Marvin Gaye, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Deepchord, The Fugs, The Flesh Eaters, Wally Richardson, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Rotary Connection, a-ha, Slick Rick, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Shoche, Index, The Count Five, Severed Heads, Lightning Bolt, the Soft Cell, The Standells, Black Moon, The Moleskins, Massinfluence, Public Image Ltd., David Bowie, Siglo XX, Agent Orange, Hardrive, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.

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)