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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.

All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

Marmalade, Country Teasers, Sandy B, Alphaville, Subhumans, Oppenheimer Analysis, Jesper Dahlbäck, Thee Headcoats, Mars, Aswad, Howard Jones, Derrick Morgan, Gong, Ajijia Myrayebe, The Evens, Barrington Levy, Grandmaster Flash, The Raincoats, Kenny Larkin, Pierre Henry, Rufus Thomas, Delta 5, Siglo XX, Robert Görl, Joey Negro, Bizarre Inc., Gerry Rafferty, ABC, 48th St. Collective, Skaos, Moss Icon, Neil Young, Rekid, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Roxette, Fort Wilson Riot, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Technova, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, The Slackers, Ultramagnetic MC's, Sällskapet, AZ, The Smiths, Bang On A Can, The Shadows of Knight, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, The Searchers, Barclay James Harvest, John Foxx, Mad Mike, Mr. Review, The United States of America, Easy Going, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Gian Franco Pienzio, Maleditus Sound, Anthony Braxton, Barbara Tucker, U.S. Maple, Yusef Lateef, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.

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)