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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.

All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Agitation Free, Camberwell Now, Anakelly, Japan, Wasted Youth, Qualms, Echo & the Bunnymen, Siglo XX, The Stooges, Desert Stars, Black Flag, Gastr Del Sol, Pagans, Swans, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Avey Tare, Bush Tetras, Joy Division, Heavy D & The Boyz, The Birthday Party, In Retrospect, The Grass Roots, Lou Reed & Metallica, FM Einheit, The Mojo Men, Gerry Rafferty, The Real Kids, James White and The Blacks, Girls At Our Best!, Yusef Lateef, Lucky Dragons, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Niagra, Sun City Girls, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Howard Jones, The New Christs, Judy Mowatt, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Alison Limerick, Brand Nubian, Accadde A, The Cramps, John Cale, Dave Gahan, Unwound, Vladislav Delay, The Remains, Johnny Osbourne, The Neon Judgement, Subhumans, Franke, Amon Düül, Danielle Patucci, Eli Mardock, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Sixth Finger, David Bowie, Lakeside, Rhythm & Sound, The Associates, X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.

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)