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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 The Residents to the grunge 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.

All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Men They Couldn't Hang, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, the Swans, Toni Rubio, Pantaleimon, The Chocolate Watch Band, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Quando Quango, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Black Moon, The Star Department, Echo & the Bunnymen, Saccharine Trust, Swans, John Holt, Black Flag, Duran Duran, Skriet, Sonic Youth, Ultramagnetic MC's, Adolescents, Average White Band, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Donald Byrd, Mission of Burma, Judy Mowatt, David Bowie, Mandrill, The Alarm Clocks, the Association, The Searchers, The Associates, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Sugar Minott, the Fania All-Stars, Jacob Miller, Andrew Hill, Kenny Larkin, EPMD, Johnny Clarke, The Misunderstood, a-ha, Charles Mingus, Lakeside, Terrestrial Tones, The Victims, Spandau Ballet, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, DJ Style, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, June of 44, Monks, Girls At Our Best!, Eli Mardock, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Nirvana, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Crispian St. Peters, The Walker Brothers, Pulsallama, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, The Dave Clark Five, Popol Vuh, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.

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)