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 Italy and from Mexico City.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.

All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.

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

But have you seen my records?

Aswad, Lee Hazlewood, In Retrospect, Soulsonic Force, Joyce Sims, Suburban Knight, Dual Sessions, Unrelated Segments, The Barracudas, Sonic Youth, Black Bananas, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Underground Resistance, Avey Tare, Sun City Girls, Amon Düül II, John Coltrane, Vladislav Delay, Tom Boy, Khruangbin, Rod Modell, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Symarip, James Chance & The Contortions, The Electric Prunes, Bush Tetras, Kerrie Biddell, Bronski Beat, Rhythm & Sound, Jacob Miller, Tomorrow, Lungfish, The Blackbyrds, Albert Ayler, Urselle, The Happenings, Royal Trux, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Fluxion, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Bizarre Inc., Skriet, Nik Kershaw, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, The Busters, Scratch Acid, The Remains, Japan, The Monks, Sad Lovers and Giants, Flamin' Groovies, Crash Course in Science, Surgeon, Livin' Joy, Ash Ra Tempel, Blossom Toes, Roxette, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Flipper, Wasted Youth, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.

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)