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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Albert Ayler 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.

All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

the Bar-Kays, The Vogues, Gong, Sex Pistols, New York Dolls, Lyres, Isaac Hayes, Sun City Girls, Flipper, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Arab on Radar, Easy Going, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Michelle Simonal, Massinfluence, Second Layer, The Neon Judgement, kango's stein massive, The Detroit Cobras, Kurtis Blow, D'Angelo, Heavy D & The Boyz, World's Most, Drive Like Jehu, Big Daddy Kane, Au Pairs, The Angels of Light, China Crisis, The Durutti Column, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, The Birthday Party, The Fugs, Wally Richardson, Roxette, The Smoke, Eddi Front, The Mojo Men, Bad Manners, Lonnie Liston Smith, Outsiders, Symarip, Youth Brigade, The Gories, The Gladiators, Cheater Slicks, Aaron Thompson, The Cosmic Jokers, The Raincoats, Franke, Pharoah Sanders, Bob Dylan, Rekid, Nation of Ulysses, Joyce Sims, The Zeros, Erykah Badu, Erasure, 8 Eyed Spy, Dead Boys, Ornette Coleman, Marvin Gaye, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).

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)