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 China and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.

All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Tim Buckley, Anthony Braxton, Qualms, Fugazi, Clear Light, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Stereo Dub, The Searchers, The Dead C, Girls At Our Best!, Piero Umiliani, Ajijia Myrayebe, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Gang Gang Dance, Erykah Badu, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, The Motions, X-102, Echo & the Bunnymen, Terrestrial Tones, Maurizio, The Monks, Drexciya, Japan, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Residents, B.T. Express, Man Eating Sloth, Rosa Yemen, Fat Boys, Massinfluence, Lee Hazlewood, Man Parrish, Todd Terry, The Techniques, Outsiders, The Invisible, Sixth Finger, Eric Copeland, Wasted Youth, Dawn Penn, Buzzcocks, R.M.O., The Sonics, Blancmange, Sister Nancy, The Selecter, Public Image Ltd., Swell Maps, Nas, Loose Ends, Danielle Patucci, Kaleidoscope, Peter & Gordon, Sunsets and Hearts, Donny Hathaway, Rekid, Tropical Tobacco, The Barracudas, Prince Buster, Lou Christie, The Offenders, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.

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)