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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dark Day to the techno 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.

All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Fire Engines, Eric Copeland, Wings, Amon Düül II, Porter Ricks, Rosa Yemen, Marc Almond, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Aaron Thompson, The Star Department, the Bar-Kays, The Divine Comedy, The Remains, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Schoolly D, Agent Orange, Cecil Taylor, Interpol, Skriet, Wally Richardson, Eve St. Jones, The Knickerbockers, Heaven 17, Main Source, Icehouse, The Standells, Donny Hathaway, Adolescents, James Chance & The Contortions, Skarface, Davy DMX, Judy Mowatt, David Bowie, Cal Tjader, Kas Product, Barry Ungar, Tropical Tobacco, The Slackers, Faraquet, Lightning Bolt, the Slits, Gregory Isaacs, Urselle, Lalann, Dennis Brown, Carl Craig, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, John Lydon, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, the Association, Lou Reed & Metallica, Pulsallama, Country Teasers, Funky Four + One, The Wake, Soft Cell, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, The Chocolate Watch Band, Tomorrow, The Mummies, Gerry Rafferty, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.

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)