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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.

All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Von Mondo, The Pretty Things, DeepChord presents Echospace, Lou Reed & Metallica, The American Breed, Loose Ends, Sarah Menescal, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, The Mummies, U.S. Maple, John Coltrane, Jandek, DJ Sneak, Gil Scott Heron, Man Parrish, Deakin, Erasure, Arthur Verocai, Don Cherry, Monks, Accadde A, The Move, The Kinks, The Remains, Dawn Penn, Rekid, Scratch Acid, Nico, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Outsiders, Soft Machine, Jacques Brel, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, EPMD, Brass Construction, Desert Stars, Al Stewart, Los Fastidios, Swell Maps, Chris Corsano, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Soul Sonic Force, Chris & Cosey, Fear, The New Christs, Echo & the Bunnymen, Crispian St. Peters, Fela Kuti, Skaos, Eric Copeland, Underground Resistance, Mission of Burma, CMW, The Cosmic Jokers, Bronski Beat, The Cowsills, Rotary Connection, Index, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Curtis Mayfield, Avey Tare, OOIOO, Piero Umiliani, Model 500, Television, Television, Television, Television.

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)