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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.

All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.

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

But have you seen my records?

Anakelly, Cal Tjader, DeepChord presents Echospace, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Al Stewart, Audionom, UT, Bad Manners, Gian Franco Pienzio, Steve Hackett, Deakin, Theoretical Girls, X-Ray Spex, Anthony Braxton, Eric Dolphy, Khruangbin, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Tres Demented, Sixth Finger, Radio Birdman, Soul II Soul, Isaac Hayes, Visage, Scott Walker, Maleditus Sound, Moebius, Jeff Lynne, The Misunderstood, Susan Cadogan, Gabor Szabo, The Cramps, Peter and Kerry, The Vogues, Graham Central Station, Warren Ellis, Ultramagnetic MC's, Hardrive, The Modern Lovers, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, In Retrospect, China Crisis, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, James Chance & The Contortions, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, H. Thieme, Henry Cow, Dark Day, K-Klass, Masters at Work, Darondo, Groovy Waters, a-ha, Electric Prunes, Marc Almond, Jesper Dahlback, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Sonic Youth, Jawbox, The Human League, Flamin' Groovies, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.

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)