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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.

All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

X-Ray Spex, The Monochrome Set, Gastr Del Sol, Bauhaus, Fatback Band, LL Cool J, MC5, ABC, Agitation Free, Guru Guru, Brick, The Real Kids, Sun Ra Arkestra, Icehouse, Camouflage, John Lydon, Bob Dylan, Aural Exciters, Letta Mbulu, Young Marble Giants, Ossler, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Freddie Wadling, Yazoo, Model 500, UT, Albert Ayler, Oneida, The Gun Club, Parry Music, Todd Terry, Ornette Coleman, Cal Tjader, The Gladiators, Wings, Joy Division, The Velvet Underground, Jeff Lynne, Delon & Dalcan, The Move, Con Funk Shun, The Royal Family And The Poor, Inner City, Sixth Finger, Blancmange, Jawbox, Maurizio, Soft Cell, Scan 7, London Community Gospel Choir, Jesper Dahlbäck, The Index, John Cale, Sad Lovers and Giants, Heavy D & The Boyz, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Franke, The Victims, David McCallum, Hashim, Michelle Simonal, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.

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)