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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.

All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Ohio Players, the Slits, Throbbing Gristle, Peter and Kerry, Kurtis Blow, Delon & Dalcan, The Velvet Underground, The Leaves, Basic Channel, Chrome, Young Marble Giants, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Ice-T, the Human League, Robert Wyatt, Bobby Byrd, T.S.O.L., Ultimate Spinach, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Country Joe & The Fish, This Heat, Marc Almond, Gang Gang Dance, Kas Product, The Smoke, The United States of America, Blossom Toes, The Five Americans, Dave Gahan, Youth Brigade, The Neon Judgement, Mission of Burma, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Kayak, Glambeats Corp., Anthony Braxton, Underground Resistance, Grauzone, Lou Reed & Metallica, Deadbeat, Jacques Brel, Marine Girls, The Birthday Party, The Toasters, The Smiths, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Heaven 17, Hardrive, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Grey Daturas, Kango’s Stein Massive, Sly & The Family Stone, Patti Smith, Erasure, T. Rex, Lower 48, Nik Kershaw, Rufus Thomas, Crooked Eye, Vainqueur, Iggy Pop, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.

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)