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 Canada and from Toronto.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.

All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Dual Sessions, Adolescents, Lou Reed & John Cale, Crooked Eye, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Ornette Coleman, Technova, ABC, The Victims, Eli Mardock, Warsaw, Rotary Connection, 10cc, Gil Scott Heron, Soulsonic Force, Sight & Sound, Dennis Brown, Angry Samoans, Warren Ellis, Joensuu 1685, Hot Snakes, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Alphaville, Cabaret Voltaire, AZ, Janne Schatter, The Knickerbockers, Infiniti, Fat Boys, The Gladiators, Zero Boys, Youth Brigade, Fluxion, Surgeon, Ultimate Spinach, Tropical Tobacco, Josef K, F. McDonald, The Alarm Clocks, Eric Copeland, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gian Franco Pienzio, Pussy Galore, Aloha Tigers, Mission of Burma, Roxy Music, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, The Birthday Party, Bill Wells, The Happenings, It's A Beautiful Day, Magazine, Stockholm Monsters, Marshall Jefferson, Sandy B, Niagra, Marc Almond, Joyce Sims, Junior Murvin, Fugazi, Neu!, Moby Grape, Jimmy McGriff, Skriet, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.

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)