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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.

All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.

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

But have you seen my records?

Glenn Branca, a-ha, Public Enemy, Rites of Spring, Sixth Finger, James White and The Blacks, The Fugs, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Star Department, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Sly & The Family Stone, X-101, Jandek, Lindisfarne, The Monochrome Set, MC5, Jerry Gold Smith, Bizarre Inc., Scientists, Zero Boys, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Hashim, Sun Ra Arkestra, The Cosmic Jokers, Flipper, Jeru the Damaja, Boredoms, The Residents, Flash Fearless, Derrick Morgan, Swell Maps, The Royal Family And The Poor, Mark Hollis, Gang Starr, Thee Headcoats, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Prince Buster, Lalo Schifrin, The Moleskins, ABBA, John Foxx, Babytalk, Niagra, E-Dancer, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Kaleidoscope, Don Cherry, Ice-T, Television, Jesper Dahlback, Jerry's Kids, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, DeepChord presents Echospace, Tears for Fears, Section 25, Eric Dolphy, Stereo Dub, Henry Cow, Lebanon Hanover, Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.

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)