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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.

All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Pere Ubu, The Sound, Wasted Youth, Reuben Wilson, Be Bop Deluxe, Lonnie Liston Smith, Sex Pistols, Louis and Bebe Barron, Carl Craig, Maleditus Sound, Eyeless In Gaza, Eden Ahbez, Steve Hackett, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, New Age Steppers, Bobby Sherman, Young Marble Giants, Jandek, Rekid, Angry Samoans, Piero Umiliani, The Music Machine, Skaos, Marmalade, The Raincoats, Harmonia, Sight & Sound, E-Dancer, Spoonie Gee, Los Fastidios, Aloha Tigers, The Misunderstood, Cecil Taylor, Slick Rick, Hasil Adkins, Sexual Harrassment, Soulsonic Force, Unwound, Donald Byrd, Rosa Yemen, the Slits, Liliput, Quando Quango, Joyce Sims, Nico, Radiohead, Joe Finger, The American Breed, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Fluxion, Boz Scaggs, Can, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Charles Mingus, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Bad Manners, Boredoms, Eli Mardock, Alphaville, Eddi Front, Black Pus, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.

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)