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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.

All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Television Personalities, kango's stein massive, MDC, Roy Ayers, Joey Negro, Von Mondo, Fear, Ronnie Foster, Jesper Dahlback, Ken Boothe, The Wake, Hasil Adkins, Brand Nubian, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Man Eating Sloth, Electric Light Orchestra, Patti Smith, Davy DMX, Agitation Free, Gang of Four, Livin' Joy, Liaisons Dangereuses, Wasted Youth, Dave Gahan, Y Pants, Panda Bear, Rekid, LL Cool J, Organ, Sexual Harrassment, The Fortunes, The Young Rascals, Masters at Work, Grauzone, Neu!, Q and Not U, Amon Düül, Intrusion, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Kings Of Tomorrow, Bobby Womack, Simply Red, Moby Grape, Marcia Griffiths, Dennis Brown, Goldenarms, Deepchord, Tres Demented, The Standells, Suicide, Kool Moe Dee, Jerry's Kids, Eric B and Rakim, The Monks, Massinfluence, Monks, Lebanon Hanover, the Swans, Jacques Brel, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, the Sonics, Guru Guru, Japan, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.

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)