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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.

All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a g├╝iro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Vladislav Delay, Fatback Band, Ken Boothe, OOIOO, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, The Angels of Light, Al Stewart, Rhythm & Sound, Echo & the Bunnymen, Public Image Ltd., Harry Pussy, Youth Brigade, Toni Rubio, Minor Threat, The Wake, Glenn Branca, 10cc, Schoolly D, Animal Collective, Gil Scott Heron, Crispy Ambulance, Mandrill, Tres Demented, Symarip, Roy Ayers, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The Vogues, Erasure, The Sonics, Quadrant, Graham Central Station, Cluster, Rosa Yemen, Bob Dylan, Eurythmics, the Germs, Make Up, The Cramps, Minny Pops, The Barracudas, The Walker Brothers, Marmalade, Kurtis Blow, Scratch Acid, The New Christs, Lalo Schifrin, Soft Cell, Fela Kuti, Eve St. Jones, Patti Smith, Idris Muhammad, Gastr Del Sol, Crime, The Mighty Diamonds, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Bobbi Humphrey, Jawbox, Franke, Pharoah Sanders, EPMD, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.

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)