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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.

All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Alison Limerick, Bronski Beat, The Cowsills, Essential Logic, Cabaret Voltaire, Alice Coltrane, Public Image Ltd., The Fire Engines, Alphaville, Intrusion, JFA, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Procol Harum, Cluster, Echo & the Bunnymen, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Pantaleimon, Ronan, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Jacques Brel, The Litter, Joy Division, Nirvana, The Cosmic Jokers, Kurtis Blow, Cecil Taylor, James Chance & The Contortions, Chris Corsano, Amon Düül, John Coltrane, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Flamin' Groovies, Ohio Players, La Düsseldorf, Avey Tare, The Doors, Blake Baxter, Ituana, Leonard Cohen, The Grass Roots, Funky Four + One, the Bar-Kays, cv313, Marshall Jefferson, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Deepchord, The Golliwogs, Sonny Sharrock, Thee Headcoats, Groovy Waters, Ludus, The Motions, Soft Machine, Clear Light, Eddi Front, Oblivians, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, B.T. Express, Bobby Byrd, Throbbing Gristle, Kayak, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.

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)