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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bar-Kays to the crunk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.

All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Five Americans, Black Bananas, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Grauzone, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Guru Guru, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Boredoms, Ituana, Flash Fearless, One Last Wish, Roxy Music, The Move, Marcia Griffiths, Black Sheep, Lou Christie, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rosa Yemen, Khruangbin, Barbara Tucker, Bill Near, Aloha Tigers, Agitation Free, Television Personalities, Kango’s Stein Massive, Basic Channel, The Happenings, Theoretical Girls, Parry Music, Tom Boy, The Alarm Clocks, Jerry Gold Smith, the Sonics, Country Teasers, Toni Rubio, Tommy Roe, Camberwell Now, Curtis Mayfield, Thompson Twins, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, E-Dancer, Liliput, R.M.O., The Victims, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Audionom, Amon Düül, Lou Reed & Metallica, Organ, Girls At Our Best!, The Blues Magoos, Crispy Ambulance, Nation of Ulysses, Eurythmics, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Desert Stars, Absolute Body Control, Sonic Youth, Lalo Schifrin, The Techniques, The Last Poets, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, D'Angelo, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.

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)