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 Japan and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.

All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Donald Byrd, The Last Poets, kango's stein massive, Audionom, Roger Hodgson, Livin' Joy, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, 10cc, Todd Terry, MDC, The Sound, Minor Threat, The Martian, Ornette Coleman, Soul Sonic Force, Anthony Braxton, Fat Boys, Motorama, The Black Dice, The Monks, Cluster, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The J.B.'s, Drexciya, Jesper Dahlback, Kool Moe Dee, Slick Rick, David McCallum, The Remains, Radiohead, Zero Boys, the Soft Cell, Reuben Wilson, The Chocolate Watch Band, The American Breed, Toni Rubio, Accadde A, The Walker Brothers, The Golliwogs, Patti Smith, Electric Prunes, The Cowsills, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Moss Icon, Rapeman, Connie Case, Gichy Dan, Cabaret Voltaire, Man Eating Sloth, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Yellowson, Thee Headcoats, Swans, Scrapy, Sun Ra, Bizarre Inc., Can, World's Most, Absolute Body Control, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.

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)