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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mars to the crunk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.

All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Blackbyrds, Amon Düül II, In Retrospect, Jerry Gold Smith, Ossler, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Groovy Waters, The Kinks, Angry Samoans, Nils Olav, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Amazonics, Jimmy McGriff, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Toni Rubio, Radiopuhelimet, Scott Walker, Soulsonic Force, The Residents, Glenn Branca, The Litter, Outsiders, Ponytail, Altered Images, Circle Jerks, Clear Light, Sandy B, Siglo XX, The Victims, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Ronnie Foster, Lightning Bolt, The Mighty Diamonds, 8 Eyed Spy, June of 44, The Slits, Lungfish, Robert Hood, The Five Americans, Kool Moe Dee, Mad Mike, Charles Mingus, Desert Stars, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Ituana, Niagra, Moebius, Marvin Gaye, Bauhaus, The Slackers, Nick Fraelich, The Gap Band, H. Thieme, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, B.T. Express, Patti Smith, MDC, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.

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)