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 Serbia and from Houston.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.

All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Faraquet, Davy DMX, Eurythmics, Lightning Bolt, a-ha, Blancmange, Unwound, Excepter, The Modern Lovers, Jerry's Kids, Judy Mowatt, Chris Corsano, The Knickerbockers, Jerry Gold Smith, Mandrill, New York Dolls, The Last Poets, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Television Personalities, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Remains, Ash Ra Tempel, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Barclay James Harvest, Young Marble Giants, Ohio Players, Roxy Music, L. Decosne, Ronnie Foster, Dead Boys, Qualms, Peter & Gordon, Rhythm & Sound, FM Einheit, Delta 5, The Monochrome Set, The Martian, Carl Craig, Soul Sonic Force, Tears for Fears, Soft Machine, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Nick Fraelich, Marmalade, Ten City, The Smoke, The Residents, Mo-Dettes, Brick, Depeche Mode, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Leonard Cohen, Royal Trux, Josef K, The Motions, Joe Finger, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Zero Boys, Joyce Sims, The Fugs, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.

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)