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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.

All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Visage, Robert Görl, Piero Umiliani, Theoretical Girls, Kango’s Stein Massive, Barclay James Harvest, Tears for Fears, Television, Procol Harum, Pole, Crime, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The Standells, PIL, The Durutti Column, Stetsasonic, Jesper Dahlback, Eve St. Jones, Neil Young, Banda Bassotti, Wolf Eyes, Spandau Ballet, Josef K, the Human League, Altered Images, A Certain Ratio, Boz Scaggs, DJ Sneak, Symarip, Gong, Country Joe & The Fish, H. Thieme, Yellowson, Black Sheep, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, The Fuzztones, China Crisis, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Suburban Knight, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Soft Cell, John Cale, Crooked Eye, Sister Nancy, Spoonie Gee, John Coltrane, The Buckinghams, Shoche, Magma, Bad Manners, Johnny Osbourne, The Techniques, Terrestrial Tones, Urselle, The Busters, Dawn Penn, Sound Behaviour, Soulsonic Force, Fela Kuti, Aural Exciters, Little Man, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.

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)