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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.

All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Gladiators, Derrick Morgan, Dead Boys, Wally Richardson, The Count Five, Ice-T, Danielle Patucci, Flipper, Blancmange, Tommy Roe, The Techniques, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Seeds, The Mummies, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Cybotron, Erykah Badu, Maurizio, Neu!, Scion, Jacques Brel, R.M.O., The Mojo Men, B.T. Express, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, The Sisters of Mercy, cv313, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Anthony Braxton, Curtis Mayfield, The Zeros, Ohio Players, The Sonics, Babytalk, Accadde A, The Gap Band, Lindisfarne, The Doors, Susan Cadogan, The Divine Comedy, Electric Light Orchestra, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Kevin Saunderson, Warren Ellis, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Slave, Nick Fraelich, Crispy Ambulance, Bush Tetras, Minny Pops, Janne Schatter, Pulsallama, EPMD, The Red Krayola, Max Romeo, Lou Reed, The Searchers, Kurtis Blow, Wasted Youth, Eden Ahbez, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.

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)