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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.

All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.

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

But have you seen my records?

Blake Baxter, Neu!, Wasted Youth, Television, Tres Demented, Fort Wilson Riot, Television Personalities, Soul Sonic Force, Tropical Tobacco, Joe Finger, Crispian St. Peters, The Seeds, The Skatalites, Malaria!, Lebanon Hanover, Ultravox, Arcadia, Wings, Guru Guru, Erykah Badu, Bluetip, The Residents, Eden Ahbez, The Golliwogs, Pere Ubu, Banda Bassotti, Kayak, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Funkadelic, Toni Rubio, Quando Quango, Frankie Knuckles, Pole, Black Flag, Barrington Levy, The Mummies, Sandy B, Janne Schatter, The Divine Comedy, Kurtis Blow, Blossom Toes, The Dead C, Pulsallama, Tears for Fears, Bang on a Can All-Stars, The Move, Main Source, The Searchers, The Gun Club, The Royal Family And The Poor, Organ, Joensuu 1685, L. Decosne, Jimmy McGriff, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, The Pop Group, The Cramps, Surgeon, Delta 5, Patti Smith, Trumans Water, The Raincoats, Scrapy, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.

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)