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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.

All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

D'Angelo, New Order, John Lydon, Black Moon, Roxette, Archie Shepp, Joe Smooth, Marmalade, Big Daddy Kane, Delta 5, Lalo Schifrin, Faust, Grey Daturas, Sixth Finger, The Cowsills, Warren Ellis, CMW, Soft Machine, Skarface, Clear Light, 8 Eyed Spy, The Shadows of Knight, Kas Product, X-101, Selector Dub Narcotic, Godley & Creme, The Doors, The Slits, Pussy Galore, Peter and Kerry, Second Layer, Wings, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Liliput, Yazoo, Soft Cell, Motorama, The J.B.'s, Sight & Sound, Mo-Dettes, Quantec, The Walker Brothers, Niagra, The Tremeloes, Amazonics, The Index, Unwound, The Young Rascals, Grandmaster Flash, June Days, Moebius, Kayak, Stockholm Monsters, The Techniques, Marcia Griffiths, Yaz, Youth Brigade, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Cosmic Jokers, Funky Four + One, The Skatalites, Terrestrial Tones, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.

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)