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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.

All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Kas Product, Popol Vuh, Alphaville, The Barracudas, Country Teasers, Juan Atkins, The Gap Band, Ohio Players, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Fad Gadget, LL Cool J, Rites of Spring, ABBA, Second Layer, Circle Jerks, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Lucky Dragons, Subhumans, the Association, The Leaves, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, The Beau Brummels, Masters at Work, Bobby Sherman, Soul II Soul, Dennis Brown, MC5, Lou Reed & John Cale, The United States of America, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Terry Callier, Jacob Miller, Isaac Hayes, Laurel Aitken, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Grass Roots, Adolescents, Minor Threat, KRS-One, Sixth Finger, Tom Boy, kango's stein massive, Animal Collective, Quadrant, Slick Rick, The Blackbyrds, Underground Resistance, Beasts of Bourbon, Inner City, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Wire, The Shadows of Knight, Stetsasonic, The Seeds, The Sisters of Mercy, Davy DMX, Bob Dylan, Eyeless In Gaza, Sandy B, Ultra Naté, Letta Mbulu, 10cc, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.

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)