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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.

All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Public Image Ltd., Pet Shop Boys, Grandmaster Flash, James White and The Blacks, Sad Lovers and Giants, Lucky Dragons, Kool Moe Dee, Ten City, The Smiths, Stiv Bators, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Procol Harum, Eli Mardock, Section 25, Duran Duran, Bootsy Collins, Quando Quango, Godley & Creme, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pierre Henry, Henry Cow, cv313, Nirvana, Country Joe & The Fish, Erasure, Soulsonic Force, Niagra, The Young Rascals, Radiopuhelimet, Scientists, Colin Newman, Shuggie Otis, Al Stewart, Vainqueur, The Moleskins, Eyeless In Gaza, Magma, Jandek, Eurythmics, The Motions, Todd Rundgren, The Cure, Siglo XX, Agitation Free, Terry Callier, Desert Stars, Groovy Waters, Little Man, Barbara Tucker, Nils Olav, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), The Monks, Pharoah Sanders, Gong, Von Mondo, John Coltrane, The Raincoats, Ossler, Sun Ra Arkestra, The Saints, The Wake, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.

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)