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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the grunge 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.

All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '90s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Soul II Soul, Bizarre Inc., Basic Channel, Arcadia, The Trojans, Roy Ayers, Yaz, Stetsasonic, Young Marble Giants, Marshall Jefferson, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Curtis Mayfield, F. McDonald, The Offenders, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Grass Roots, Marvin Gaye, Slave, Freddie Wadling, PIL, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Lalo Schifrin, Kerrie Biddell, Bill Wells, Franke, The Fuzztones, The Young Rascals, Ituana, Nick Fraelich, Joyce Sims, Underground Resistance, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Joey Negro, Qualms, Bootsy Collins, Bobby Hutcherson, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Lou Reed & John Cale, Organ, The Moody Blues, Masters at Work, Sam Rivers, Skaos, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Surgeon, The Pretty Things, X-Ray Spex, Kevin Saunderson, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Dead Boys, John Cale, Ultravox, Blossom Toes, EPMD, The Moleskins, 10cc, Grey Daturas, Man Parrish, T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..

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)