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 Oman and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.

All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

Al Stewart, The Dave Clark Five, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Roxette, The Slits, Technova, Jerry's Kids, Radio Birdman, T. Rex, Oblivians, Isaac Hayes, Oppenheimer Analysis, The Selecter, Kerri Chandler, Letta Mbulu, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Davy DMX, The Cure, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Drive Like Jehu, The Martian, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Fuzztones, Neu!, Minny Pops, June of 44, Echospace, Second Layer, Gang Green, The Cosmic Jokers, Johnny Osbourne, Todd Rundgren, Hoover, MC5, Harry Pussy, The Litter, The Birthday Party, Nas, Marc Almond, Royal Trux, Interpol, Essential Logic, Country Joe & The Fish, The Modern Lovers, Throbbing Gristle, Sixth Finger, Negative Approach, John Lydon, The Sisters of Mercy, Rhythm & Sound, Camberwell Now, Skriet, The Vogues, Swell Maps, the Fania All-Stars, Pylon, Von Mondo, Tommy Roe, PIL, Inner City, 48th St. Collective, Cal Tjader, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Last Poets, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.

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)