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 Bangladesh 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.

All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Cameo, the Fania All-Stars, Scion, The Slits, Lindisfarne, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, New Age Steppers, B.T. Express, Nas, Tim Buckley, Dave Gahan, Piero Umiliani, Young Marble Giants, Gang Green, the Slits, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Nils Olav, Letta Mbulu, Unrelated Segments, Whodini, Funky Four + One, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Suburban Knight, Heavy D & The Boyz, Simply Red, Crispy Ambulance, The Detroit Cobras, Henry Cow, Althea and Donna, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Matthew Bourne, Circle Jerks, Grauzone, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Tom Boy, Bobbi Humphrey, The Searchers, Pierre Henry, Barrington Levy, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Los Fastidios, Duran Duran, Davy DMX, Selector Dub Narcotic, Public Image Ltd., CMW, Grandmaster Flash, Kurtis Blow, Yellowson, Magazine, The Pop Group, Danielle Patucci, Arcadia, Tubeway Army, Alton Ellis, Donny Hathaway, Underground Resistance, The Angels of Light, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.

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)