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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Monochrome Set to the funk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.

All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Danielle Patucci, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, DNA, Kango’s Stein Massive, The Pretty Things, The Dead C, Black Pus, Tim Buckley, Sex Pistols, Kenny Larkin, Hashim, Leonard Cohen, Amazonics, Spandau Ballet, Franke, The Toasters, Gang Gang Dance, Neil Young, Harry Pussy, Unwound, Public Image Ltd., Tears for Fears, Wally Richardson, The Cowsills, Joe Smooth, LL Cool J, Joyce Sims, Soft Machine, Shuggie Otis, Pagans, Tubeway Army, Jerry Gold Smith, Nation of Ulysses, The Young Rascals, Rotary Connection, New Order, Bobby Hutcherson, Kerri Chandler, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, The Busters, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Tremeloes, Absolute Body Control, Boredoms, KRS-One, Mary Jane Girls, The Beau Brummels, Electric Light Orchestra, Chrome, Parry Music, Dave Gahan, Ultramagnetic MC's, Bob Dylan, Ossler, Blancmange, Tommy Roe, Faraquet, Crispy Ambulance, Young Marble Giants, Alice Coltrane, Eli Mardock, Sun City Girls, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.

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)