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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.

All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

John Lydon, Crash Course in Science, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sandy B, Lee Hazlewood, Magma, Wire, The Doors, The Misunderstood, Colin Newman, DNA, Jerry Gold Smith, the Human League, China Crisis, D'Angelo, Vladislav Delay, Icehouse, Gil Scott Heron, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Grauzone, June Days, Terrestrial Tones, Marc Almond, Slick Rick, The Invisible, Robert Wyatt, Swell Maps, The Buckinghams, Depeche Mode, The Wake, Pulsallama, Marvin Gaye, Hardrive, Eddi Front, Sound Behaviour, Lou Reed & John Cale, Cluster, Bauhaus, The Martian, Eric Copeland, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Danielle Patucci, Kevin Saunderson, Guru Guru, Freddie Wadling, Joey Negro, Ralphi Rosario, It's A Beautiful Day, EPMD, The Blues Magoos, Mantronix, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Kerrie Biddell, Clear Light, Mark Hollis, Sun Ra, Johnny Clarke, Cymande, The Slits, Wings, Liaisons Dangereuses, Easy Going, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.

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)