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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.

All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Jandek, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Newcleus, The Fall, Joe Smooth, Dave Gahan, Fifty Foot Hose, Charles Mingus, The Velvet Underground, Lower 48, Fear, The Saints, Aloha Tigers, The Pretty Things, Tom Boy, Sex Pistols, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Ice-T, Tomorrow, Rod Modell, Circle Jerks, Absolute Body Control, The Knickerbockers, New York Dolls, The Gladiators, The Last Poets, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Thee Headcoats, Scientists, Camberwell Now, The Mighty Diamonds, The Smoke, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Derrick Morgan, Chris Corsano, Bobby Byrd, Make Up, Joey Negro, Colin Newman, Talk Talk, The Slits, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Yaz, Warsaw, Crispy Ambulance, Johnny Osbourne, Ajijia Myrayebe, Animal Collective, Johnny Clarke, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, In Retrospect, Stetsasonic, Bill Wells, The Fire Engines, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Adolescents, Peter & Gordon, Matthew Halsall, Quantec, Kerrie Biddell, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.

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)