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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the techno 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.

All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Minutemen, AZ, Pylon, Harmonia, Arthur Verocai, DNA, Television, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, The Slits, Liaisons Dangereuses, Radio Birdman, Cymande, June Days, Sex Pistols, Avey Tare, Agitation Free, Grauzone, Chrome, Ultramagnetic MC's, The Seeds, Severed Heads, Yusef Lateef, the Association, Panda Bear, Blossom Toes, The Wake, This Heat, The J.B.'s, Whodini, Girls At Our Best!, Magma, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, The Trojans, Barclay James Harvest, T.S.O.L., Dave Gahan, Pussy Galore, Newcleus, Big Daddy Kane, Nirvana, B.T. Express, Alphaville, Easy Going, Harpers Bizarre, Fifty Foot Hose, Parry Music, Subhumans, The Tremeloes, Roxy Music, Howard Jones, PIL, Larry & the Blue Notes, The Moody Blues, Public Enemy, Gichy Dan, The Mojo Men, Bluetip, Eyeless In Gaza, Joe Smooth, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.

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)