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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.

All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Eric B and Rakim, Morten Harket, K-Klass, The Chocolate Watch Band, Main Source, The Blackbyrds, The Standells, the Germs, Kerri Chandler, LL Cool J, Crooked Eye, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, The Stooges, Jeff Lynne, Wasted Youth, The Cowsills, Gichy Dan, Ten City, Skriet, Throbbing Gristle, X-Ray Spex, Moss Icon, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, X-102, Panda Bear, Bush Tetras, Duran Duran, Bob Dylan, ABBA, Cameo, Arab on Radar, The Doobie Brothers, Public Image Ltd., Stereo Dub, Sunsets and Hearts, Lou Reed & John Cale, Zero Boys, Groovy Waters, Delon & Dalcan, The Birthday Party, Yellowson, Gang Green, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Kurtis Blow, Marine Girls, Henry Cow, The Human League, Buzzcocks, Avey Tare, A Certain Ratio, Radio Birdman, Slick Rick, Sister Nancy, Young Marble Giants, Make Up, Eyeless In Gaza, Goldenarms, Outsiders, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Bill Near, Byron Stingily, the Human League, Aloha Tigers, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.

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)