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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Supertramp to the grime 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 Crime. All the underground hits.

All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Piero Umiliani, Joey Negro, Yazoo, Nirvana, Freddie Wadling, Moebius, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Moss Icon, Smog, Janne Schatter, Sexual Harrassment, Marine Girls, The Stooges, Godley & Creme, Bobbi Humphrey, Matthew Halsall, Eden Ahbez, Erasure, The Knickerbockers, Lonnie Liston Smith, Marc Almond, Idris Muhammad, Bizarre Inc., PIL, Circle Jerks, Icehouse, Faraquet, Pet Shop Boys, Lungfish, FM Einheit, Curtis Mayfield, Television, Toni Rubio, The Pop Group, Stetsasonic, A Certain Ratio, Grauzone, The Tremeloes, Franke, The Fortunes, Schoolly D, Visage, Junior Murvin, The Walker Brothers, 8 Eyed Spy, Nils Olav, Sonic Youth, JFA, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Prince Buster, Spandau Ballet, Dorothy Ashby, Hot Snakes, The Pretty Things, Tim Buckley, The Star Department, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, The Move, Jandek, Al Stewart, Bobby Byrd, Fluxion, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.

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)