Infinitely Losing My Edge

Generate another   or   share this link  

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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.

All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Altered Images, Gang Gang Dance, Crime, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Rhythm & Sound, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, UT, Saccharine Trust, Jacques Brel, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), the Sonics, Yusef Lateef, AZ, Sixth Finger, The Happenings, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Birthday Party, Rosa Yemen, The Blues Magoos, Fort Wilson Riot, The Sonics, The Move, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Piero Umiliani, Pole, Bootsy Collins, DeepChord presents Echospace, Graham Central Station, A Certain Ratio, The Invisible, The Stooges, Black Bananas, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Mo-Dettes, Steve Hackett, Arab on Radar, Isaac Hayes, Marshall Jefferson, Scrapy, Angry Samoans, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pussy Galore, Henry Cow, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Jimmy McGriff, Morten Harket, Visage, Reagan Youth, Nick Fraelich, Fluxion, kango's stein massive, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Sight & Sound, the Association, James White and The Blacks, Oblivians, John Lydon, Eric B and Rakim, the Human League, Max Romeo, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.

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)