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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.

All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Scott Walker + Sunn O))), The Monochrome Set, Marine Girls, Liaisons Dangereuses, Magma, Dennis Brown, James Chance & The Contortions, Little Man, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Lou Reed & John Cale, Porter Ricks, Con Funk Shun, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, a-ha, Carl Craig, Stiv Bators, Cybotron, Visage, Gichy Dan, Absolute Body Control, Zapp, Panda Bear, The Moleskins, Jerry Gold Smith, The Gap Band, Boredoms, Rhythm & Sound, Alton Ellis, Echospace, Fort Wilson Riot, Stockholm Monsters, The Sound, R.M.O., Faraquet, The American Breed, Pierre Henry, Black Sheep, John Cale, Shoche, Accadde A, Unwound, Scrapy, Prince Buster, The Cramps, Heaven 17, Lucky Dragons, ABC, Rapeman, Davy DMX, Easy Going, The Kinks, DJ Sneak, Siglo XX, Matthew Halsall, Maleditus Sound, Sandy B, Circle Jerks, Los Fastidios, The Gun Club, The Seeds, Dave Gahan, Ten City, Surgeon, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.

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)