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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.

All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Outsiders, DJ Style, Deepchord, Underground Resistance, The Slits, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Lou Christie, Sugar Minott, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Barrington Levy, Peter and Kerry, cv313, Eddi Front, The Red Krayola, Ice-T, Heaven 17, The Vogues, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Pharoah Sanders, Junior Murvin, Danielle Patucci, 10cc, Alison Limerick, Ituana, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Spandau Ballet, Eyeless In Gaza, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, The Count Five, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Grandmaster Flash, Icehouse, Pantytec, Lonnie Liston Smith, John Cale, The Seeds, Japan, Tomorrow, Bill Near, The Smoke, Loose Ends, Bob Dylan, Audionom, The Golliwogs, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Byron Stingily, ABBA, David McCallum, Ralphi Rosario, The United States of America, Jacques Brel, Blancmange, Severed Heads, Morten Harket, Shoche, June Days, a-ha, Chris & Cosey, Nils Olav, Bobbi Humphrey, Sex Pistols, The Doobie Brothers, Duran Duran, Wally Richardson, PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.

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)