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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.

All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Infiniti, The Smiths, E-Dancer, The Motions, Agitation Free, Yaz, Absolute Body Control, Boz Scaggs, CMW, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, The Busters, Scratch Acid, Michelle Simonal, Patti Smith, The Happenings, Juan Atkins, Pantaleimon, Reuben Wilson, The Fire Engines, Metal Thangz, The Dead C, Brand Nubian, Tubeway Army, Wings, Jerry's Kids, Guru Guru, Eric Dolphy, Eric Copeland, Marcia Griffiths, Curtis Mayfield, Oneida, Althea and Donna, The Kinks, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Pierre Henry, This Heat, Angry Samoans, MC5, X-101, Roy Ayers, Tres Demented, The Sisters of Mercy, Albert Ayler, Letta Mbulu, Can, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Young Marble Giants, Idris Muhammad, Fort Wilson Riot, Leonard Cohen, Colin Newman, Yellowson, Delta 5, Scrapy, 48th St. Collective, Desert Stars, Q and Not U, DeepChord presents Echospace, Quantec, Boredoms, Popol Vuh, Oblivians, Vladislav Delay, Deepchord, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.

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)