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 Sweden and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kinks to the funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.

All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Scan 7, The Stooges, Ultramagnetic MC's, Black Bananas, The Zeros, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Davy DMX, Ronnie Foster, Sandy B, Brass Construction, Animal Collective, Von Mondo, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, The Birthday Party, Danielle Patucci, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, John Lydon, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Lou Reed & John Cale, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Scion, Sexual Harrassment, The Moody Blues, Echospace, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Frankie Knuckles, Cecil Taylor, Camouflage, Dead Boys, The Searchers, Newcleus, Joe Smooth, Moby Grape, Audionom, Al Stewart, Interpol, The Residents, The American Breed, Second Layer, Ultravox, Ten City, Boredoms, Suicide, Soul Sonic Force, Max Romeo, Mr. Review, Sister Nancy, Wire, Ponytail, Soulsonic Force, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Minnie Riperton, Darondo, Bootsy Collins, The Flesh Eaters, The Real Kids, Pagans, Morten Harket, Bronski Beat, Tropical Tobacco, Grandmaster Flash, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.

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)