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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.

All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Lou Christie, Ice-T, Bobby Hutcherson, Deadbeat, Banda Bassotti, Josef K, Electric Prunes, The Grass Roots, Avey Tare, Mo-Dettes, Henry Cow, China Crisis, Country Joe & The Fish, Lindisfarne, The United States of America, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Lyres, Drexciya, A Certain Ratio, The Dave Clark Five, Pharoah Sanders, Rapeman, Steve Hackett, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Gang of Four, Grey Daturas, ABC, Bluetip, The Cure, Excepter, Cheater Slicks, John Cale, Funkadelic, Moss Icon, Youth Brigade, Urselle, Easy Going, ABBA, Shuggie Otis, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Interpol, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Skriet, Public Enemy, Gong, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Glenn Branca, Black Sheep, Jerry's Kids, The Litter, Tres Demented, Kevin Saunderson, Bob Dylan, Kings Of Tomorrow, F. McDonald, Index, Aloha Tigers, MDC, Spoonie Gee, Rites of Spring, Liaisons Dangereuses, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.

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)