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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.

All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

China Crisis, Cybotron, Kevin Saunderson, cv313, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Laurel Aitken, LL Cool J, Popol Vuh, The Names, The Techniques, 48th St. Collective, Pet Shop Boys, Second Layer, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Siglo XX, Kenny Larkin, U.S. Maple, Aloha Tigers, Ten City, Johnny Osbourne, Thompson Twins, The Pretty Things, Robert Hood, Negative Approach, Stiv Bators, Jandek, Deepchord, the Slits, The Cure, Gil Scott Heron, KRS-One, Warsaw, Bootsy Collins, F. McDonald, Josef K, Vladislav Delay, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Massinfluence, Scott Walker, Matthew Bourne, Rekid, Danielle Patucci, The Skatalites, The Grass Roots, Q and Not U, Outsiders, Duran Duran, Todd Rundgren, Mo-Dettes, Gong, Talk Talk, Steve Hackett, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Mojo Men, The Index, Gerry Rafferty, a-ha, This Heat, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Scrapy, Youth Brigade, Clear Light, Eurythmics, R.M.O., Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.

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)