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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.

All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '90s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Barrington Levy, Monolake, Guru Guru, Pierre Henry, a-ha, Los Fastidios, Letta Mbulu, Cecil Taylor, Severed Heads, Marc Almond, Drexciya, Hardrive, Trumans Water, Brick, The Raincoats, Johnny Osbourne, Sparks, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, The Human League, Fad Gadget, The Residents, Icehouse, Au Pairs, The Royal Family And The Poor, Sonny Sharrock, Roxette, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, The J.B.'s, Susan Cadogan, Charles Mingus, New York Dolls, Bill Near, Yusef Lateef, Altered Images, The Evens, Quando Quango, Sarah Menescal, Lalo Schifrin, Faust, Interpol, Roxy Music, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Flamin' Groovies, The Dirtbombs, Tubeway Army, Swell Maps, Rapeman, Kerri Chandler, The Mighty Diamonds, Pet Shop Boys, Black Bananas, Amon Düül II, The Leaves, Basic Channel, Outsiders, Dorothy Ashby, Mo-Dettes, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Second Layer, The Angels of Light, The Moleskins, Scan 7, DeepChord presents Echospace, Deadbeat, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.

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)