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 India and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.

All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Au Pairs, Minor Threat, Khruangbin, Archie Shepp, June Days, The Detroit Cobras, Absolute Body Control, The Leaves, Sly & The Family Stone, Dual Sessions, The Modern Lovers, Isaac Hayes, Jimmy McGriff, Guru Guru, T. Rex, The Monochrome Set, OOIOO, T.S.O.L., Alison Limerick, The Saints, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Anakelly, Mandrill, Drive Like Jehu, Smog, Derrick Morgan, Amon Düül, The Alarm Clocks, Circle Jerks, Funkadelic, Aloha Tigers, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Aswad, Skriet, Tears for Fears, Average White Band, The Barracudas, The New Christs, The Doobie Brothers, the Sonics, A Certain Ratio, Peter and Kerry, Rites of Spring, Zapp, 8 Eyed Spy, Dawn Penn, The American Breed, Clear Light, Tim Buckley, Gichy Dan, Ohio Players, The Pretty Things, Erasure, Lindisfarne, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Thee Headcoats, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Blake Baxter, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Agitation Free, The Sonics, Sad Lovers and Giants, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.

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)