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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.

All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Fort Wilson Riot, Janne Schatter, Be Bop Deluxe, H. Thieme, Mary Jane Girls, The Sisters of Mercy, Tres Demented, The Associates, Sam Rivers, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Liliput, Kaleidoscope, Barclay James Harvest, Kool Moe Dee, Neil Young, Inner City, Average White Band, Quantec, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Black Sheep, Ornette Coleman, Spoonie Gee, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Echospace, Infiniti, Marshall Jefferson, Crispy Ambulance, Jandek, Alton Ellis, Derrick May, Cheater Slicks, Yazoo, Tears for Fears, Ten City, Pole, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Massinfluence, The Golliwogs, The Walker Brothers, Procol Harum, Royal Trux, Fad Gadget, Youth Brigade, Lalo Schifrin, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Marmalade, The Dead C, Agent Orange, Stockholm Monsters, Electric Prunes, Q65, The Names, Echo & the Bunnymen, Peter & Gordon, Deakin, Swans, Theoretical Girls, Sparks, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Music Machine, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.

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)