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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Half Japanese to the dance 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.

All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Fort Wilson Riot, John Lydon, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Guru Guru, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Robert Wyatt, the Swans, Eric Dolphy, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, China Crisis, The Offenders, OOIOO, Essential Logic, Rotary Connection, Buzzcocks, Saccharine Trust, Lalo Schifrin, The Star Department, The Red Krayola, Chrome, The Dead C, Arcadia, Lakeside, AZ, Funkadelic, Grey Daturas, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Eyeless In Gaza, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Scott Walker, X-101, Deakin, Sugar Minott, Gastr Del Sol, Nation of Ulysses, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, JFA, Chris Corsano, Blancmange, Minny Pops, Peter and Kerry, Ohio Players, Nick Fraelich, Desert Stars, Agent Orange, Accadde A, Robert Hood, Erykah Badu, Glenn Branca, Magazine, The Pop Group, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Symarip, The Wake, Lebanon Hanover, The Young Rascals, Malaria!, The Zeros, Audionom, Easy Going, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.

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)