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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.

All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s 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 Minutemen record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Dave Clark Five, Eric Dolphy, Gang Starr, X-101, Harpers Bizarre, Wasted Youth, DJ Sneak, Eden Ahbez, Louis and Bebe Barron, Easy Going, The Flesh Eaters, Sexual Harrassment, Japan, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Chris & Cosey, The Names, Cal Tjader, The Pop Group, Stetsasonic, The Human League, Essential Logic, Jacob Miller, Vladislav Delay, Pantaleimon, The Fugs, Young Marble Giants, the Normal, Symarip, Flamin' Groovies, Babytalk, The Velvet Underground, Blossom Toes, Dual Sessions, Animal Collective, Nils Olav, Reuben Wilson, Soft Cell, The Beau Brummels, Cymande, Dawn Penn, Judy Mowatt, Unwound, the Swans, Crime, Wolf Eyes, Juan Atkins, Y Pants, Metal Thangz, James Chance & The Contortions, Talk Talk, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Kayak, Country Joe & The Fish, Nation of Ulysses, Outsiders, Lee Hazlewood, Robert Hood, Donald Byrd, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.

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)