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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.

All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Arcadia, Roy Ayers, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Pantytec, The Invisible, Electric Prunes, Althea and Donna, Hardrive, The Leaves, The Divine Comedy, Todd Terry, E-Dancer, Donny Hathaway, The Doors, Rufus Thomas, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, K-Klass, Groovy Waters, Main Source, B.T. Express, Jawbox, Technova, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, The J.B.'s, Fugazi, Mandrill, Godley & Creme, Traffic Nightmare, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Tommy Roe, Au Pairs, Yellowson, The Alarm Clocks, Sam Rivers, Kas Product, Louis and Bebe Barron, Sun City Girls, The Music Machine, Bang On A Can, Pharoah Sanders, Procol Harum, Pulsallama, Eric Copeland, the Germs, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Liaisons Dangereuses, The Busters, Swell Maps, Selector Dub Narcotic, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Stereo Dub, Dennis Brown, The Gap Band, Joey Negro, Nirvana, The Residents, Lebanon Hanover, Bad Manners, Magazine, The Pop Group, Roxette, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.

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)