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 Canada and from Cairo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect to the funk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.

All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Offenders, Pharoah Sanders, Rotary Connection, Scratch Acid, Albert Ayler, Zapp, X-101, Lower 48, The Cowsills, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, The Cosmic Jokers, Interpol, Sexual Harrassment, Rhythm & Sound, Aaron Thompson, T. Rex, Letta Mbulu, Can, Make Up, Lyres, David Bowie, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Talk Talk, Rosa Yemen, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Wings, Sam Rivers, Lebanon Hanover, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Electric Prunes, Iggy Pop, Marc Almond, Das Ding, Model 500, Siglo XX, 48th St. Collective, La Düsseldorf, Con Funk Shun, Duran Duran, Andrew Hill, Archie Shepp, Piero Umiliani, Joy Division, Gang of Four, DNA, Sunsets and Hearts, The Alarm Clocks, The Red Krayola, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Smoke, Spandau Ballet, Oppenheimer Analysis, Harry Pussy, The Men They Couldn't Hang, June Days, It's A Beautiful Day, Eyeless In Gaza, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Robert Görl, cv313, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.

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)