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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ice-T to the grunge 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.

All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Peter and Kerry, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Robert Görl, Arthur Verocai, Malaria!, Toni Rubio, Grey Daturas, The Toasters, The Buckinghams, Ultravox, Newcleus, KRS-One, Rekid, Mr. Review, Mo-Dettes, Grauzone, Gerry Rafferty, June of 44, It's A Beautiful Day, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, PIL, Jesper Dahlbäck, The Cramps, Tom Boy, DeepChord presents Echospace, Public Enemy, The Neon Judgement, The Mojo Men, John Coltrane, Fort Wilson Riot, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, UT, Joey Negro, Crime, Eric B and Rakim, James White and The Blacks, Tubeway Army, Roy Ayers, Kool Moe Dee, Steve Hackett, Oppenheimer Analysis, The Star Department, DJ Sneak, T.S.O.L., The Royal Family And The Poor, Circle Jerks, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Inner City, Robert Wyatt, Barclay James Harvest, ABC, Blake Baxter, Underground Resistance, Mark Hollis, Wire, The Doobie Brothers, U.S. Maple, Ten City, X-101, Amon Düül, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.

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)