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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.

All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Main Source, Desert Stars, Talk Talk, Negative Approach, Clear Light, The Selecter, Lonnie Liston Smith, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Robert Wyatt, Zapp, Lou Christie, Jesper Dahlbäck, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Johnny Osbourne, Funky Four + One, Harmonia, The Toasters, Matthew Bourne, Joensuu 1685, Black Flag, Louis and Bebe Barron, kango's stein massive, 8 Eyed Spy, Ice-T, Mark Hollis, The Misunderstood, Arcadia, The Remains, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Animal Collective, This Heat, Easy Going, Metal Thangz, Zero Boys, Scan 7, Minor Threat, Marine Girls, the Germs, Sight & Sound, Gil Scott Heron, The Mummies, Nirvana, Ossler, 10cc, Youth Brigade, Lee Hazlewood, The Real Kids, Black Moon, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Mantronix, Avey Tare, Robert Görl, Derrick May, Ken Boothe, Ralphi Rosario, Young Marble Giants, Quadrant, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Eden Ahbez, Sexual Harrassment, Simply Red, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.

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)