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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.

All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Malaria!, Anthony Braxton, Suicide, Newcleus, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, June Days, The Invisible, The Motions, It's A Beautiful Day, The Flesh Eaters, DeepChord presents Echospace, Eric Dolphy, Lee Hazlewood, Larry & the Blue Notes, Michelle Simonal, David Bowie, Faraquet, Deepchord, Rhythm & Sound, Stetsasonic, Black Pus, Gastr Del Sol, Aaron Thompson, Ice-T, Ronnie Foster, Toni Rubio, The Offenders, The Birthday Party, The Grass Roots, Kerri Chandler, Roxy Music, The Leaves, The Remains, Flash Fearless, Alton Ellis, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Henry Cow, The Gories, Mantronix, Groovy Waters, Joyce Sims, Idris Muhammad, The Cowsills, Jimmy McGriff, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, La Düsseldorf, The Fugs, Junior Murvin, Trumans Water, Sixth Finger, Smog, New Order, Sun Ra Arkestra, The Selecter, Funkadelic, Vainqueur, Whodini, Pere Ubu, Ten City, Unrelated Segments, Hot Snakes, Skarface, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.

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)