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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.

All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Flipper, Barbara Tucker, Vladislav Delay, The Remains, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Nik Kershaw, Marcia Griffiths, Zapp, kango's stein massive, Sly & The Family Stone, Rosa Yemen, The Sisters of Mercy, Underground Resistance, Bill Wells, Essential Logic, the Association, Ultimate Spinach, Oppenheimer Analysis, Shoche, Joe Finger, Lindisfarne, Steve Hackett, Slave, Jeff Lynne, Terrestrial Tones, Larry & the Blue Notes, Animal Collective, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Alice Coltrane, Derrick May, Clear Light, The Evens, One Last Wish, Quadrant, Fifty Foot Hose, Organ, Jesper Dahlbäck, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Subhumans, The Misunderstood, Lalann, Bobbi Humphrey, Chris & Cosey, Aswad, Ultravox, Country Teasers, Alison Limerick, Stiv Bators, Glenn Branca, World's Most, The Cure, T.S.O.L., Second Layer, KRS-One, Toni Rubio, Alton Ellis, Henry Cow, Lou Christie, Nirvana, Thee Headcoats, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.

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)