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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.

All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Siouxsie and the Banshees, Peter and Kerry, Aloha Tigers, Ten City, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Kayak, This Heat, In Retrospect, Dennis Brown, Byron Stingily, The Flesh Eaters, Radiohead, The Beau Brummels, The Cowsills, Pylon, Tommy Roe, T. Rex, Eyeless In Gaza, Hoover, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Swans, Slave, Das Ding, Yellowson, The Sound, The Fuzztones, Todd Terry, Skarface, The Last Poets, Sex Pistols, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Rosa Yemen, Kool Moe Dee, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Avey Tare, Godley & Creme, The Dirtbombs, the Soft Cell, Tim Buckley, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Lee Hazlewood, Mo-Dettes, Barrington Levy, The Slackers, Scrapy, Anakelly, Quando Quango, Chris & Cosey, Black Pus, Jerry's Kids, Tears for Fears, Dark Day, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Rotary Connection, Albert Ayler, Thompson Twins, cv313, Al Stewart, Shuggie Otis, Inner City, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.

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)