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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco 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 Q65. All the underground hits.

All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Youth Brigade, Theoretical Girls, Kurtis Blow, Sparks, Sister Nancy, Robert Görl, Ponytail, A Flock of Seagulls, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Buzzcocks, Skaos, Soul Sonic Force, Lou Reed & John Cale, Rhythim Is Rhythim, MC5, LL Cool J, Section 25, Bluetip, Tears for Fears, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Ultra Naté, The Remains, Rod Modell, Sandy B, Grey Daturas, The Stooges, Chris Corsano, Kerri Chandler, Angry Samoans, Von Mondo, Jeff Lynne, Kevin Saunderson, Magazine, Peter & Gordon, Dennis Brown, Erasure, Crash Course in Science, the Normal, Marvin Gaye, Porter Ricks, Archie Shepp, Eyeless In Gaza, Wolf Eyes, A Certain Ratio, Nils Olav, Erykah Badu, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Louis and Bebe Barron, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, The Busters, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Larry & the Blue Notes, The Walker Brothers, Intrusion, Pagans, Colin Newman, June of 44, Negative Approach, Maurizio, Janne Schatter, Clear Light, Lalann, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.

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)