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 Nicaragua and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.

All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Modern Lovers, Fear, Iggy Pop, Deepchord, Japan, Fort Wilson Riot, Gichy Dan, Ronnie Foster, Underground Resistance, Hasil Adkins, Al Stewart, The Pretty Things, 48th St. Collective, Lucky Dragons, Sun City Girls, Magma, Crooked Eye, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Henry Cow, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Grandmaster Flash, Joy Division, Marmalade, John Holt, The Trojans, Index, Sly & The Family Stone, Nico, Brass Construction, Freddie Wadling, Joe Smooth, Minutemen, Infiniti, Smog, Crispy Ambulance, The Stooges, Flash Fearless, Jacob Miller, Dead Boys, The Standells, T.S.O.L., Hashim, Nik Kershaw, Barclay James Harvest, Procol Harum, Arab on Radar, Warren Ellis, Slave, Alphaville, Ralphi Rosario, Main Source, The Toasters, Barbara Tucker, Urselle, John Foxx, Trumans Water, Carl Craig, Skriet, Maleditus Sound, DNA, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.

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)