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 Angola and from Lille.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.

All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Byron Stingily, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, The Monks, Joensuu 1685, The Mummies, Cecil Taylor, Girls At Our Best!, Blancmange, Reuben Wilson, Television Personalities, The Offenders, Michelle Simonal, Heaven 17, Excepter, Lebanon Hanover, Talk Talk, Peter & Gordon, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Soul II Soul, Gastr Del Sol, The Selecter, Laurel Aitken, Cymande, London Community Gospel Choir, Ten City, Maleditus Sound, Quadrant, Yusef Lateef, Harpers Bizarre, Q and Not U, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, June Days, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Radiopuhelimet, 48th St. Collective, the Soft Cell, Nas, Marc Almond, The Neon Judgement, Y Pants, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Fear, Gian Franco Pienzio, The Dead C, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Graham Central Station, The Seeds, Agent Orange, the Bar-Kays, Bauhaus, Bootsy Collins, Section 25, A Flock of Seagulls, Marcia Griffiths, Trumans Water, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Radiohead, The Remains, Rufus Thomas, Scrapy, Tim Buckley, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.

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)