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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.

All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Procol Harum, Mandrill, Kurtis Blow, Con Funk Shun, The Velvet Underground, Symarip, Yellowson, Lou Reed & John Cale, Maurizio, Derrick Morgan, Eli Mardock, FM Einheit, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Babytalk, Groovy Waters, LL Cool J, David Bowie, Eyeless In Gaza, Carl Craig, The Slackers, Girls At Our Best!, X-102, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Dennis Brown, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), One Last Wish, Anakelly, Whodini, Grandmaster Flash, Bauhaus, Ronnie Foster, Fugazi, Kas Product, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Magazine, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Index, The Red Krayola, Television, Animal Collective, Black Bananas, Gastr Del Sol, Vaughan Mason & Crew, the Swans, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Rosa Yemen, Fear, Max Romeo, Flipper, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Ajijia Myrayebe, Camouflage, Ultimate Spinach, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Residents, Jeff Mills, Negative Approach, Minor Threat, La Düsseldorf, Kango’s Stein Massive, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.

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)