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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the grime 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.

All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Accadde A, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Traffic Nightmare, Quadrant, One Last Wish, Vladislav Delay, Lee Hazlewood, T. Rex, Surgeon, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Sam Rivers, Radiohead, The Busters, Matthew Bourne, Kings Of Tomorrow, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Peter and Kerry, Crash Course in Science, Ronnie Foster, Brand Nubian, Monks, Gil Scott Heron, Erasure, Desert Stars, Selector Dub Narcotic, Eden Ahbez, Gerry Rafferty, The Modern Lovers, L. Decosne, Fugazi, Country Joe & The Fish, Marshall Jefferson, Crime, Max Romeo, The Birthday Party, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, T.S.O.L., The Seeds, Bill Wells, Jacob Miller, Symarip, JFA, Youth Brigade, Henry Cow, June Days, The Mummies, Bobby Sherman, Prince Buster, AZ, Brass Construction, Marcia Griffiths, Fluxion, The Beau Brummels, Ajijia Myrayebe, The Human League, Joy Division, Index, Guru Guru, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, The Residents, Shuggie Otis, Boogie Down Productions, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.

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)