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 Laos and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.

All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Jacques Brel record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Suburban Knight, Brick, The Slits, Donald Byrd, The Grass Roots, Peter & Gordon, Connie Case, Shuggie Otis, Pharoah Sanders, Joy Division, The Names, MDC, Derrick May, Public Enemy, Skarface, DJ Style, Von Mondo, Drexciya, Vladislav Delay, Newcleus, Boogie Down Productions, Joe Finger, Kerrie Biddell, Fugazi, Fear, Zero Boys, Negative Approach, Fad Gadget, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Au Pairs, Ornette Coleman, Ituana, Desert Stars, Can, Oppenheimer Analysis, Maleditus Sound, Chris Corsano, Panda Bear, Rhythm & Sound, Bootsy Collins, Flash Fearless, Kevin Saunderson, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Gregory Isaacs, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Nick Fraelich, the Fania All-Stars, The Associates, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, The Fugs, Pulsallama, Sun Ra, The Remains, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, The Blues Magoos, Icehouse, The Stooges, the Germs, Swans, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.

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)