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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Toasters to the punk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.

All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Newcleus, The Raincoats, Spandau Ballet, Ice-T, The Monochrome Set, The Blues Magoos, Kas Product, Con Funk Shun, The Evens, The Grass Roots, 48th St. Collective, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, The Martian, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Dual Sessions, Heaven 17, Bang On A Can, These Immortal Souls, Ten City, Sonic Youth, Laurel Aitken, Mars, The New Christs, Lee Hazlewood, Jerry Gold Smith, Shuggie Otis, The Vogues, Darondo, Tim Buckley, Tubeway Army, Bobby Byrd, Donald Byrd, Black Pus, DJ Style, Nico, Cabaret Voltaire, Fifty Foot Hose, David Axelrod, Freddie Wadling, The American Breed, Judy Mowatt, Traffic Nightmare, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, The Fall, 10cc, Gichy Dan, The Moody Blues, Maleditus Sound, This Heat, the Bar-Kays, Niagra, Joe Finger, Joy Division, Stetsasonic, John Cale, Bootsy Collins, Television, Model 500, Joe Smooth, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.

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)